Capitol Hill’s Redwood opened its doors already looking like a broken-in pair of boots, with burlap wildlife targets gracing walls constructed from salvaged wood. After a little more than a year, the neighborhood bar has only gotten more comfortable. It’s still a shelter from the Pike-Pine storm with a heavy selection of locals (the place is owned in part by Grand Archives guitarist Mat Brooke). The jukebox lists Dead Moon next to Dylan, and the crunch of peanut shells under your feet reminds you that some things in life really are free. From Monday through Saturday, happy hour goes from 4 to 6:30 p.m. and 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. The all-day happy hour on Sundays could rival a family-style supper, complete with football on the tube and a chuckwagon-worthy selection of favorites like hush puppies and corn fritters (look out for these, which are not unlike another highly addictive substance whose name starts with C). The “drunken cornbread” is dangerous—drowned with chili (vegan or beef), then topped with melted cheese—and so are the sweet-potato fries dressed up in either garlic or blue cheese, bacon, and apple. During happy hour, you can also order miniature versions of regular menu favorites—pulled pork or meatloaf sliders atop melt-in-your-mouth potato buns. The $3 well drinks (try the whiskey and housemade sweet tea), $1.50 Olys, and buck-off microbrews are cheap ways to wet your whistle. And with all those free peanuts, you’ll need to. 514 E. Howell St., 329-1952. CAPITOL HILL