"For a Classy Expensive Intoxication," reads the sign in front of Welcome to the Johnsons'. By "classy," they mean 1970s wood-paneling decor and a surprisingly well-groomed pool table. By "expensive," they mean $2 PBRs. As ironic as this faux-rec room setting sounds, there's something romantic about an eternal house party where the parents are never home. And even though the Johnson family is fictional, the bar's artifacts--tattered trophies, a wooden chair with floral-print vinyl cushions, a portrait of an anonymous, mustachioed man--surely belonged to someone's family three decades ago. Pabst was in its prime back then and here, it still is.
When we recently shared our 10 Best Dive Bars, including classics like Sophie's and the Times Square hole Jimmy's Corner, we also asked readers to nominate their own choices, via hashtag #vvdivebars ... More »