So said Esquire Magazine--you can read about it in this nice Arizona Daily Star article. I'm not sure I like the moniker "dive bar." You think thrice about entering a dive bar. Here--officially called the Buffet Bar & Crock Pot--everybody's welcome. It's in the Iron Horse Neighborhood, right next to the New Empire Food Market and Laundry, a casual stroll from the hipster-checked delights of Fourth Avenue. The Buffet has been around for over 80 years and the short block it occupies is a dimensional portal to another Tucson. The fellow I quoted below looked in his 20s, but when he enters the Buffet he's a street-worn 43 and it's 1938. Time is a funny thing.