Happiness is pickled eggs at a 100-year-old bar
by Jenn Harris, Los Angeles Times
Mar 25, 2024
4 minutes
LOS ANGELES -- I like to make up fantastical stories for people I see at dive bars. I can entertain myself for hours, subsisting on nothing more than sips from a sweating glass of vodka soda and my imagination.
The divey-er the bar, the better. In a dim room that's always night, the $3 that I pay to see a cover band made up of the owner's brother, nephew and their neighbor is well worth the price of admission. Is the woman winking at the drummer between sips of her Chardonnay his mother, girlfriend or principal?
Dive bars are a special breed of
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