dive bars

If you’re not close to one of these, then go explore the dives in your city!
6. Take the 10-minute ride on the South Ferry to Sag Harbor - $14 for car and driver each way. 8. Drive or bike six miles
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Juarez, Mexico use to be pretty raunchy. When we began going at 17 or 18 years old, the main strip (Juarez Avenue) was made up of bar after bar; it was a 3 lane, one-way street lined on both sides with flashing neon signs and rhythmic beating from speakers pointed out to the street.
The old English dude, his arms have badly drawn tattoos on them, sailor type things, fading anchors, he sinks deep in his Guinness, and yells out, "You wanker!" at no one in particular.
You know it's too late for civilization when tennis and pornography get mixed up in bar talk. Way too late. But it's not over yet.
Shaken, not stirred, he says, must like Hollywood films. And I'm as handsome as James Bond, so he says, I guess it's Martini
Take me far from the madding crowd. Business is very, very slow. No flocks on the pasture. Is there such a thing as a beer shepherd? A romantic figure wandering the streets with a crook, herding drinkers into the bar. I must be to blame for this barren scene.
Tramodol came in. He looks good in a suit. He handed me a copy of Don DeLillo's, White Noise. "Read it," he said, strongly. What are the side effects of reading this? I wondered.
Brooding and swaying at the bar from the long wait, I see a silent figure under the dim glow of the numerous Edison light bulbs that hang above. It is the one-eyed pirate king, Mori Mortison Monteqleu VII, himself.
The down-and-dirty criteria for a true dive varies, but the sense of ease you feel when you enter is universal.
Consider us your personal Ben Kenobi: you won't find more wonderful hives of scum and villainy this side of Tatooine.
These bars may not have phones, websites or even taps, and their floors may not have seen the business end of a mop in decades. That's what makes them memorable. The cheap drinks, crotchety bartenders and crusty regulars found in dives like these are the reason they stubbornly linger as legends.
Sure, you might not like the tourists who wander in on occasion, but you'd probably like it less if the place simply vanished forever, replaced by an upscale fashion boutique or chain restaurant.
You walk into the place and somehow just feel at home. It's a dive bar for sure -- stickers cover the wall behind the beer taps and bric-a-brac is everywhere -- but for some reason you can easily spend an entire day here.
That old-school juke box definitely doesn't have an Internet connection.
17. And, finally, they serve food that isn't fried, pickled or a bowl full of mixed nuts. You think your favorite bar is
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