Powder River Saloon

Every city needs one of those dive bars that is so divey even the young folks looking to be ironic about their love of dives don't want to step foot in. Powder River Saloon is that dive for the city of Coeur d'Alene.
Pushed way down Sherman on a side of town where very little resembling a night life can be found, this place is simply a bar that seems to barely be making the rent. From the outside it doesn't look too inviting. The front door looks like it's been boarded up, and the paint on the building looks 70 years old. The hand painted sign, which stands a top the building's roof, shows two rifles with their barrels crossed, and words below that read, "Where good friends meet".
Inside is a pretty typical bar setting. Juke box with great tunes in it, full bar with cheap drinks, and old tube TVs with fuzzy pictures play sports broadcasts. As advertised by the sign on the roof, the place has a pool table and dartboards, as well as a few old arcade games, and a popcorn machine that may or may not be working.
I first went here on a Friday night in the middle of summer, and I figured if a place like this doesn't have a crowd in it in that situation, then when does it make it's money? Turns out this is a day drunk bar. The kind of place where guys too affraid to tell their wives they've been layed off from work for the last three weeks go in order to avoid having a discussion about what to do next. The kind of place where retired alcoholics who wake up at 5am every morning feel like spending their days off drinking cheap beer and repeating the same old stories over and over again. And it's the kind of place where the sad sacks from the men's shelter down the street go during the day in order to avoid realizing they have no where else to go given their current state.
That may be my interpretation, or it may be the truth, but from what I can tell Powder River Saloon isn't anything to be affraid of. As a matter of fact, it's quite comforting to know that there is a bar in this city that can feel like it's yours, and the people behind the bar are doing their best to keep the riff raff out, even going as far as iimplementing a no cursing rule, and charging a $.25 for every F-bomb you drop.
I should mention that smoking in the bar is accepted, but credit cards and personal checks are not. Cash Only.