I wandered into Dive Bar on a Friday night because I had a friend playing a gig here. I literally felt like I stepped into a time machine and was transported back to the 1990s. So much leather, jean vests, plenty of dark eyeliner, tattoos galore, and a lot of dark, dark colors on the patrons, and yes folk, I witnessed Doc Martins. In a bright summer floral sun dress, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I usually don't frequent watering holes. I enjoy dancing and getting dolled up. If I do go to a bar, I don't like them too loud, especially when I have stellar company and want to carry on a conversation.
The place isn't rather large. There is a huge bar in the back with seats all around it. There are several hi-top tables (like maybe 6) in front of the stage set up. Not a lot of seating and definitely not good for large groups. The place is smokey, which I expect in dive bars. The drink prices were reasonable. $4 for a vodka-cran is great.
The place was loud. So loud that a friend shouting in my ear and I still couldn't hear here. For shows, there is no need for music to be that loud! I was not into the bands these evening, one was rockabilly, the others were more punk rock. Just not my style or mood for the evening.
Lack of seating, a very specific type of patron, overly smokey, bathrooms with graffiti on them (the ladies toilet seat, yes the SEAT!, said "C--T DROPPINGS HERE), overly loud, blaring music, and cheap drinks make this a very, very, very stereotypical dive bar.
This place is nothing special and I could not wait to get the hell out of here. Thank goodness for cheap drinks and friendly, attentive bar staff are the only reason it's not a complete one star.
I won't be diving in to Dive Bar again... EVER.