Flying Boots had it all: wood paneling, upholstery on the walls, leather barstools, low ceilings, rope lights and teddy bears as it's décor, and indoor/outdoor carpet as flooring. Bandito Betty and I took a little trip up to the South 38th and Pacific Avenue area last weekend to check out Flaming Dragon Tattoo. Directly across the street I see a neon sign that dons a blinking boot with wings. I can literally hear it screaming at me - it's dying for me to go in and have a beer. We rally up and plant our asses in one of the five booths. The rest of the seating is all belly up to the bar. If you look up you can make eye contact with anyone in there. This is 1) because of the small capacity, and 2) because the walls are lined with smoky mirrors. This leads me to yet another tell-tale sign of a dive bar: When there are more than two men over the age of 60 staring you down to the point that you know they are going to go home later and masturbate to the thought of you.

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