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| - The Silver Dollar is the diviest dive bar there ever was. Despite its prime location right next the Capitol you'll feel like you just walked in to a bar you found five miles off the highway in the Indiana countryside. It's tiny, it's dingy, it's poorly-lit, the beer is warm, and sometimes it smells weird.
A dive bar isn't some trendy place where you Instagram your beer with your iPhone and pretend it's the coolest place serving PBR that nobody else has ever heard of. A dive bar, by nature, is what some would call shabby. This isn't the place blasting dance music and bringing in attractive young college students. A small portion of the clientele here may or may not be homeless. The strange little art installation outside of The Silver Dollar has, after all, become the newest homeless haunt ever since they demolished the old Peace Park. It's not The Dollar's fault, but it does seem to impact their business.
The Dollar became a bit of an inside joke among my friends in Madison. We're not the types who enjoy a crazy bar scene, especially the crowds. You tend to find us playing darts and pool in the back. Classic rock or rap will always trump dance music at a bar in my mind, and the cheapness of drinks is a top priority. And The Silver Dollar was pretty good for all of this. But after a few too many bad experiences with the overall dirtiness and shittiness of the place, we had to move on to something better.
Because, after all, it is a dive, in the actual sense of the word.
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