If you're the cynical bastard still saying, "downtown Phoenix will never happen," we suggest going to Bar Smith on a Wednesday, Friday, or Saturday night, taking a look around at the rooftop full of diverse youngsters flailing their drunk and happy limbs, then shutting the hell up. Yes, watching downtown Phoenix flourish has kind of been like watching the little blue train struggle up the mountain in The Little Engine That Could, but it's taken a hip destination like Bar Smith to prove that with a little hard work and optimism — or just killer DJ dance nights — it's damn straight that downtown Phoenix can.