When there's a sign in the bar that says "restrooms for customers only," you know you're in a dive bar. When there are other signs that read "no drinking other people's beer," you know you're at The Caravan. Situated next to a smoke shop and convenience store and adorned with an exterior mural by painter Joerael Elliott that features elements of Hopi, Apache, Navajo, and Pima iconography, The Caravan welcomes its guests into a cavernous, blue-walled, and decidedly bare-bones joint. Turned-up tunes on the jukebox compete with the squawks of locals ordering up cheap beer and well liquor or yelling out jokes to their buddies across the bar ("If you throw a cat out the window, is it considered kitty litter?"). With a few TVs, a couple of pool tables, video games shoved in a corner, and walls sparsely decorated with standard-issue beer logo décor, true entertainment can be found in The Caravan's cast of lively characters, some who stop in just to down a shot before making a beeline for the door, and others just trying hard to follow the rules.