It was Friday at Northside Tavern, sometime after 11 p.m. The blues shack was jumping and jovial—until the band took a break, and a clean-cut guy who’d just bought Santa Claus a beer decided ...

CINCINNATI -- The windows of the Northside Tavern’s small front room rattled, drawing condensation from the dense heat of too many bodies jammed into a tight space to see self-described “trash ...