This place is a dive. Not one of your precious faux dives, mind you, where there's kitschy crap on the walls and all the drinks are eight dollars. This is an actual, honest-to-goodness dive bar, where the cigarette smoke is thick in the air (what ban?) and the pool table is older than your grandfather. If you ask for a pomegranate martini, you will get a blank look from the bartender and possibly beaten up by one of the clientele. That said, this is a great place to get a couple drinks in the area, especially, say, loading up before a show at the Beachland.