When it comes to bars, and when people ask where I want to go, I often want to say "let's get weird." One other person at the bar when we walk in, the complete & ceaseless waft of dead fish, and I am hooked. I mean, that waft was so damn foul and so damn cruel you had to just laugh all the way through your order and night to deal with it. There was a stick of burning nagchampa attempting to stabilize the air.
The floors were sticky. The lights were dim. The owner / bartender was kind and behind the bar. There were maybe two other people there. We had room to play Bear-Ninja-Cowboy.
When I say dive, I'd dive right in here and not leave. Just prepare to leave feeling like a North coast monger.