It was a typical dive bar, no doubt about it. It wasn't my choice to share libations, but rather the person I was meeting. When I walked it, it looked and smelled like 1979. I don't recall how long it's been since people could smoke in bars but it absolutely reeked of cigarettes from days gone by. I ordered a drink before my companion arrived and was told by the bartender as I waved my debit card at her that there was no tab, cash only. There is an ATM in the bar, fortunately, as I rarely carry cash on me. More memories of 1979 LOL!
At one point my companion and I were discussing politics and he told me to keep my voice down so just guessing that the bar is full of Trump supporters.
Having said that our bartender was on top of things. It was slow when I first arrived and packed when I Ubered home. She was hopping and didn't miss a beat all evening. She was very attentive.