Dive lovers will fall hard for this shadowy haunt, in business
since the 1930s and purchased in the mid-aughts by Jackie’s owner Jackie
Greenbaum. A lamp fashioned from a bottlecap-filled candy machine
decorates one table, the rickety restrooms are wall-to-wall graffiti
(“Call your mom!”), and when the bar overstocks its selection of craft
brews, a beer-soaked fire sale ensues. Insider tip: Catch rock-abilly
bands on Saturday nights; Tuesdays, three giant tacos and a margarita cost
just $10. Open daily.
