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The application of the pejorative "dive" to any bar that isn't trendy and expensive.
In my carousing days, a dive was the place you might get stabbed, or where you might see a patron or two passed out in a booth, if not on the floor, or where you could find your way to the men's restroom blindfolded -- just follow your nose, and try to step around the puddles when you get there.
It took a great deal more than worn upholstery and old country tunes on the jukebox to make a dive. I've read writers from big-city dailies deem perfectly respectable bars "dives." Seriously, they've said it about the kinds of places you would take your mother or your daughter.
Decline of the language, I suppose.
In my carousing days, a dive was the place you might get stabbed, or where you might see a patron or two passed out in a booth, if not on the floor, or where you could find your way to the men's restroom blindfolded -- just follow your nose, and try to step around the puddles when you get there.
It took a great deal more than worn upholstery and old country tunes on the jukebox to make a dive. I've read writers from big-city dailies deem perfectly respectable bars "dives." Seriously, they've said it about the kinds of places you would take your mother or your daughter.
Decline of the language, I suppose.