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As we were walking along the harbor that early evening, my husband spied a bar he’d heard about from some locals.
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The Quencher is what some might call a dive.
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But I grew up in New Jersey and then the working waterfront of Portland, Maine in the late 70’s and early 80’s (before gentrification of the Old Port). Trust me, I know dives… and this wasn’t one.
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It’s a bar, you should buy a beer.
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Old Winnie knew his stuff.
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Being a Wednesday, I made it just in time for 20% off.
This bar was loud, with a bartender uninterested in conversation.
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Internet photo.
We were still full from lunch otherwise I’d have been tempted to try a pizza.
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The husband did order wings which were awful, so no photo required. We had one drink and moved on.
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To the Newport shipyard down the road. The husband’s new favorite breakfast cafe was there and he’d come back to the resort every morning filled with stories of the giant ships being worked on there.
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Untold millions of dollars in watercraft require a 24/7 guarded gate and no one drives in without a pass, but we walked and the guard recognized my husband as one of the breakfast crew. It pays to make friends.
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This was a research vessel from Maine.
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And this catamaran cost well over a million itself.
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All I can say is, it must be nice.
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River's world..... 
There is a definite difference between a dive and a hipster pseudo-dive. When I was 20-21 I had an older co-worker who wanted me to go out with him after work. He wanted to go to skid row and I told him I wasn’t comfortable going there. He said that when you open the door to enter a bar, light streams in from the street and everyone turns to look at you. All you have to do is pat your hip and everyone knows you’re packing and leaves you alone. I didn’t find that reassuring.
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No, I don’t think I would either.
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Cool boats! I grew up in Nevada – a dive bar ain’t a dive bar unless there are blood stains on the floor. Authentic blood stains.
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Word.
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Now I gotta check the floor of my dive bar down the street!!
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Clearly, you need to visit some bars with Mark to let him know, one way or the other, with one glance, whether the bar is indeed a dive or not.
I like how they encourage day drinking there. 😛
The ships looked cool. Shiny!
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I’d love to do a bar crawl with Mark. Talk about blog fodder…
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Oh, for real!!! You two should make that happen.
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Just name the time and place!
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Reminds me of Huntington Harbor (about 15 miles from me)… tons of massive estates with massive multi-mill $$ yachts, but no residents (I’ve only ever seen housekeepers and gardeners).
Man, poser dive bars suuuuck!!
I thought of you earlier today, when I saw pickle BandAids. I might buy the coffee or candy ones.
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Why would someone want to cover their wounds with pickles?
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I wonder what the annual maintenance and storage fees are on that thing. Also a million?
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Space is definitely at a premium. It’s got to be crazy…
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I stayed on the waterfront in San Diego a few years ago. Had a view of huge yachts from all over the world. Very modern gilded age.
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Water does seem to attract money…
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