Anna Bannanas is hidey-hole heaven, but nothing beats the basement. When most of Slabtown's power went out following the natural-gas explosion at Portland Bagelworks last year, the WW culture staff ended up meeting at this coffee shop—an accident that quickly became a habit. But one day, we found our usual backroom table occupied. "You could go to the basement," the staff suggested. Minds: blown. Downstairs we found an alt-weekly meeting mecca—an unfinished stoner basement clubhouse straight out of That '70s Show—with sunken couches and chalk-covered concrete walls. At times, a DVD playing on the basement TV will inexplicably be left showing the main menu, with a basket of microwave popcorn on top. Now WW's culture staff meets there whenever possible—and the staff carries the coffee and pastries downstairs. It's a special place: the kind that feels like it belongs to you and will forever belong to only you. Don't come. SOPHIA JUNE. t