| rev:text | 	I was set a bit aback when I first saw the sign for Divebar hoisted up in ye olde Wal-Mart shopping center on Tropicana between Pecos and McLeod.  In my estimation, you couldn't just create a bar called 'Divebar.'  Dive bars create themselves in time, I thought.  There's some intrinsic quality - a little bit of time, a measure of grit, some je ne sais quoi - to turn a bar into a true dive.  You can't just inject that culture.  I was wrong - ish.
When the bands started to get booked, the clientele was established, and Divebar was a dive bar almost from the moment it opened.  The happy hour specials are great, some fabulous bands have graced the tiny stage, and once a wily dart landed in my fro and stuck there.  It's a bit small and can get uncomfortably crowded when popular bands are playing, but, hey, that goes along with being a dive bar.
It's still a little too pretty for my tastes to live up to the name quite yet.  You can bring in as many punk bands as you want, but that measure of grit I mentioned earlier can't be faked. |