Last Call

Talk about a divey dive. If you are in the mood to drink on the cheap and don’t mind the lack of any type of ambience what so ever (chuckle, chuckle) then you’ve found a home.
I’m a dive connoisseur period ending story. I have a checklist that meets my rating standards when it comes to diveyness. To be honest this place only meets the value part in my book, in other words it’s dirt cheep, not unlike the drinking glasses, he he.
Where can you find a shot and a beer place for around $ 6 at 7am? Right here for all my alcoholic friends. I strolled in around 10am for a quick Bloody Mary (only Vodka and tomato juice here) and couldn’t help but notice the crowd of middle age men pounding so early on a week day. Yet, as a new face entering foreign territory not even one turned head as I bellied up to the faded wooden bar planting upon a creaking stool. Only female bartenders here I was eventually informed. No mixology course certificates hanging from these peeling walls from days gone long by. Kinda feel as if you’ve been thrown back into a old school speakeasy minus any of the cool dated décor, the dated look and feel here is just old and perhaps a tad bit weathered to say the least. Nothing to bring you in for any reason, they don’t even serve food.
As if it’s not strange enough, there’s a little Indian guy in the corner sitting behind a small counter selling a small selection of convenient store items and lottery tickets. A few locals, I know this because the bar wench referred to them by name, had worn paths from their stools to the counter where they purchased multiple scratch off (one guy won $ 2, of course he purchased another two tickets with the winnings).
The bathroom, well lets just say bring antibacterial.
You cannot discount a brew available at 7am, unless of course you’re out of college, lol. I don’t think this’ll be a destination of choice, but I may pop in for a cheap quickie on a crawl.