Warped pool tables, doorless bathroom stalls, cheap booze, low-hanging clouds of smoke (Southern Indiana only), a well-worn juke box, sticky floors and no windows—in researching this piece, a new criterion for a Louisville bar to be called a dive became apparent: having its official online presence limited to a MySpace page.
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