Any bar that opens at 7 a.m. and offers an opening happy hour does not mess around. And who knew the Bukowski days of whiskey-slingin, cigarette-smokin', "Tell me your troubles, Joe" bartenders with their rolled sleeves stained with sweat and booze still existed? Cafe Carioca (a.k.a. Bar Bar) is one of the truest examples of the all-American dive bar. If you're a gutter-punk elitist looking for a cheap beer to pour your heart out over in sweet, sweet poetry, or you just woke up in the gutter, this place is perfect for you.