Not even Greg Louganis in his prime combined "gay" and "dive" as seamlessly as The Grapevine. With its mismatched chairs and glassware, the place veers perilously close to the pitfall of prefabrication. But thanks to the cheap drinks and screwball clientele, the bar manages to carve out its own niche in the realm of authentic dives in its own flamboyant way. And then there's the basketball half-court on the asphalt patio outside. Local straight bars could certainly take a cue from The Grapevine on that one: Who wouldn't want to have a few brews and then engage in a game of three-on-three? That said, the "No Physical Play Allowed" sign has probably drawn a few laughs.