The Tower, in San Diego, currently holds my top spot for uber dive bar. The tiny former radio station has a cement floor, everything is at crazy angles even the walls and support posts. The owner is a 1930-40's nut...he dresses, drives, talks the era, and knows how to pour a proper Guinness. While late on a Sunday night we had the place to ourselves, I'm told on a band night they cram over a hundred people in there... fire codes be damned. The only thing playing on the two TVs is his collection of era specific porn. thus uber.
The Tower, in San Diego, currently holds my top spot for uber dive bar. The tiny former radio station has a cement floor, everything is at crazy angles even the walls and support posts. The owner is a 1930-40's nut...he dresses, drives, talks the era, and knows how to pour a proper Guinness. While late on a Sunday night we had the place to ourselves, I'm told on a band night they cram over a hundred people in there... fire codes be damned. The only thing playing on the two TVs is his collection of era specific porn. thus uber. 
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