Dive bars are often romanticized, but this one's an honest to goodness institution. Unchanged from whenever it opened -- no one seems to know the exact date, only that it was sometime in the 1960s -- it draws both students and locals. Floors and a mishmash of wood, plastic and bench-style seating are worn from generations of feet and posteriors. The walls are decorated with decades of photos of participants of a local marathon, in addition to, among other things, a group portrait of guys in their underwear (best not to ask). When a past master isn't live on stage, the classic juke -- still playing 45s -- pumps the bar's trademark jazz and blues into the atmosphere. Also unchanged is the Den's claim to having the cheapest drinks in town. Oh and dont be put off by a gaggle of guys hanging around the entrance -- that's Dick's version of the smoker's patio, since puffing has been banned inside.

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