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| - We're recent arrivals to Scottsdale and after a few weeks of over-exposure to the extreme Jersey Shore douchiness of the local nightlife, we decided we needed something a bit more, uhm, unpretentious.
I did a Yelp search for "dive bars" and this was the first one that came up, so we headed right over there to check it out. It did not disappoint.
Nobody in the bar was orange in color, we didn't see a single faux hawk, no midget bodybuilders in Affliction shirts and nary a single leased Porsche in the dirt field that passes for a parking lot. I assume that's what the doormen is for because judging by the Fellini-esque crowd that drinks there, I can't really imagine who else he might be there to exclude.
Drinks were cheap and the crowd had that dive bar "je ne sais quois" that can't be faked - an ineffable combination of drunkenness and regret combined with wildly improbable hopes that tonight is the night that it will all turn around. In other words, a perfect place to drink. (Insert your favorite Tom Waits lyric here.)
Smoker friendly, to put it mildly. I'm surprised they don't give you a pack of Lucky Strikes at the door.
While not quite up to the supreme Dive Bar standards of, say, Mac's Club Deuce in Miami Beach or Boardner's in LA, it's a solid in-state contender.
It is what it is. Which in a town where a significant portion of the stuff is not what it appears to be is a very good thing indeed.
We like it.
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