One night late last spring, I was urgently marching up the Lower Eastside of Manhattan, 10 minutes late to give a talk on Cuba at an NYU MFA program when a flier, scotch - taped to the side of an old local dive bar that had gone out of business, caught my eye. (sbnation.com)
For example, I try to never miss a weekly company basketball game, am excited about a new breakfast sandwich club at our office, and will usually be first out the door to grab a beer and burger at the local dive bar to celebrate a big win for the company. (entrepreneur.com)
College professors linger over drinks in the white - tiled room, while the staff recommends a local dive bar to a visitor (me). (bonappetit.com)