Damn, welcome to the mother of all dive bars. This is your mates’ parents sitting room last decorated in the early 70s. It’s the dated décor you’ve seen in those family photo albums you can’t quite believe are real. Plastic covered sofas, a coffee table and an oh-so-messed-up pool table that never lets you win. Welcome to The Johnson’s…

As with any dive bar worth talking about, this place is cheap, there’s nowhere else in the city where 2 bucks will get you a beer. This place is so dirty that even the hipsters turn their noses up at it, but if you’re a rocker and you want to dive in a place that still feels its roots, then this is the one for you.

Be warned, bring ID, even if you look 40 and remember crying when The Beetles broke up.