When I was a kid and we used to visit my Mom's folks in Quincy, Illinois, they lived in a residence hotel, and would have us stay in a room across the hall. The windows in the room overlooked an alley where a saloon backed to it. Every once in a while, there would be fights in the alley. I don't know the name of the tavern, but my grandparents referred to it as the "Bucket of Blood"!