Demitiri’s in Hampden wraps their bar with the some crazy characters late at night.

Dive bars and old men seem to go hand in hand.  You know, like gambling and alcohol mentioned in the Preakness post.

I walked into Demitri’s on Falls Road to buy a bottle of rum.  It is somewhat sketchy so I really wanted to make it an in-and-out operation.

The bartender that goes by the name of Bud looked at me in a sideward glance after I bought my supplies.

“We only take cash dude,” Bud said.  Ah, the bars that are still waaaaaaay behind.  Strangely, a comfort comes with that certain antiquity.

That antiquity stops when “Regular Mike” wraps his arm around you with his smelly cigarette breath and pours his heart all over your recently purchased booze.

The sentence began with something like, “You know man…” and ended with “but that’s just my sad life.”  Hollow shells with glasses half empty will talk to anyone that is willing to listen.  Please listen to them even if you’re on a time constraint like I was.  It means a lot to them even if they don’t remember you the next day.  Sorry, I was getting too sentimental there for a second.  Back to Demitri’s.

The best thing about Demitri’s is that although they only accept cash and an antique cigarette dispenser, they have two giant flat-screen televisions.  Perhaps they are making upgrades piece by piece.

Not that I am a huge fan of dive bars all the time, but every now and then they are a good time.  Sam Sessa told me once that he went and reviewed Bar.  Yes a bar name Bar.

“They had two choices of wine, red and white,” Sessa said.  “It burnt worse than whiskey”

Any great dive bar stories?  Let me know.