Walk in and you're liable to be greeted by a drunken hello and someone trying to guess your name, or asking if you've been in the service. Â Look over and there's a quiet guy at the end of the bar, with a white beard so long that Santa would be envious. Â If you checked, he might be actually fixed to the chair, he's been there so long. Â The young guy behind the bar is an old soul, and is quick to join in any funny conversation you might be having, and add his own tale or two. Â
The beer is cheap, the company is jovial, and most of the time friendly. Â The bathrooms are less than spotless. Â Ladies, watch your bottoms. Â
It's a DIVE - wtf did you expect?
Perfect dive! Outdated memorabilia upon the wood paneling, trophies attained by softball giants of the Cozy's yester-years, and a slew of approachable locals that have never given our dive-crew any guff.
PBR on tap for a 1.75, two pool tables, a rocking jukebox, and plenty of people to ham it up with and have a drunken laugh. Cozy is the dive-bar-deal!