Real Dives: In which we recommend authentically divey dive bars. A real dive bar (not an ironic dive bar) may be characterized by low prices, clientele over 60, trucker hats only on actual truckers, a long history, lotto, lack of ironic PBR, and a sense that it is not trying to impress you, or anyone else.
Today’s dive: Joe’s Bar
Clientele: Old men in tee-shirts playing pool; young, skinny guys from Cleveland; a dude who looked a little like a lady sporting tattoos and a cowboy hat.
On the walls: An American flag, several taxidermied deer heads, pool trophies, Oberto beef sticks on sale behind the bar, Red Sox-Yankees on the television.
On the sound system: Various good things like Los Lobos and various bad things like generic sad indie bar rock.
On tap: McSorley’s Pilsner Urquell, PBR
What to drink: $4 beers, $5 Jamesons
Overheard: “He’s going to beat my ass next time we go out to a bar.”
“I swear, I clock out, and she’s just standing there, staring at me.”
520 East Sixth Street, 212-473-9093