Dirty Franks, Philadelphia

No windows. No frills. No level bar. No sign. If you don't know about it, you'll never find it.
This is only a place you would find by accident. In my case, a co-worker happened to live on the block and suggested this place.
Growing up in a seedy neighborhood with tap rooms on every corner, this place was not too foreign for me.
I once took an out of town friend here one Saturday morning before an afternoon Flyers matinee game. I went to use the bathroom when I noticed there was no door and with the pisser in full view of the bar.
When I got back to the bar, I told the bartender I was here on Thursday night and swore there was a door at the mens room. He informed me there was a fight last night. A guy ripped the door off the hinges to beat the other guy over the head with.
You never know who will be there. The crowd is a cross section of society's seediest. Where everyone seems to be welcomed.
I once took another out of town buddy who was from a large Northeast city. A former offensive lineman in college. Very large and never intimidate. After the first round I went to order a second. He leaned in and said, "Let's get the fuck outta here".
My last excursion was this summer after a Phils v Red Sox game. After the afternoon game, we went with a first timer. We couldn't get him to leave.
May be the best dive bar I have ever been to. And how bad can a place with a mural of Frank Sinatra painted on the outside wall?