There used to be three places near where I live that I used to frequent often in my younger, darker days and nights. I would not classify either of them as a dive, we called them beer joints. Neither joint did not serve food, though you could purchase a pickled egg or maybe a pigs ear or trotter. The Dixie Cafe was usually full of drunks and nonsense. Dicks Place was full of this, that and the other, and no, it was not a gay bar.
The Rendezvous Bar was about a quarter mile from the City Hall and the jail, but anything you can imagine could and did happen there. I'm not sure if Dicks Place is still open, might be, but the other two are long gone.