From the wooden paneling outside to the blinking claw game filled with stuffed animals, everything about The Fox Hole speaks to a forgotten sensibility. The bartender busies herself with straws and glasses as Johnny Cash flips the bird on a refrigerator magnet and patrons sip ice-cold glasses of dollar Coors and reminisce about long-gone establishments about town. Amenities are sparse, but a shuffleboard game glows in one corner. The Fox Hole isn't likely to become any hipster hot spot, but one gets the feeling that's exactly how it's supposed to be: Come here for a cold beer, the game on the bar's two TVs and a chance to grab a plush unicorn for the kids.
We haven't been to every dive in Phoenix, but we're getting close. The Fox Hole sure seems like the real deal to us -- sometimes you walk into a place and it just feels right. The Hole is a typical dive in a bad part of town, complete with an abandoned, dumpy-looking empty lot behind it. Walking around to the front (don't ask what we were doing in the empty lot) there are large letters on the wall that say, simply, COCKTAILS. And above the door it reads, "Welcome to the Fox Hole."We open... More »