"Damn," I said, meaning it.

"Do you want a beer?" she asks solicitously.

"I actually have to go to a meeting for work. Sorry, can't guzzle one with you."

VFW Post 3559 is a longtime outpost of affordable drinking on South Beach, but — alas — it doesn't offer $1 draft beer. The Bud that bartender Debbie Brooks is offering goes for $2.25.
Jacob Katel
VFW Post 3559 is a longtime outpost of affordable drinking on South Beach, but — alas — it doesn't offer $1 draft beer. The Bud that bartender Debbie Brooks is offering goes for $2.25.
Like any good American dive, however, the VFW offers darts and photos of random people on the wall.
Jacob Katel
Like any good American dive, however, the VFW offers darts and photos of random people on the wall.

"This is your work? Researching beer deals? And you can't have one?"

"Not right now." Peggy looked a little sad for me. "And I've already had a few, to be honest."

"We've got mints."


Word-of-mouth recommendations all turn out to be dead ends. I hit up storefront crawfish joints in Sunrise. Dead pool halls in Plantation. Nothing. I burn whole rush hours inching up clogged streets. I prowl Broward's Monopoly-board wasteland of strip mall and housing developments, only to find the bar I'm looking for is now a Thai place. I seek. I come up empty. I seek again.

So it's with a bruised soul and hemorrhaging hope that I wash up on Fort Lauderdale Beach, the anything-goes, gap-toothed, skanky cousin to South Beach's haughty Euro glamour.

The Tropic Cay is tucked into the hotel of the same name, a three-story discount bin of efficiencies on Atlantic Avenue. When I pull in, a storm is letting loose against the beachfront. Sheets of rain knock against the bar's rust-colored roof and sputter in through the place's open sides. Tending bar is a pretty girl in her 20s, walking-dead thin and stuffed into a pair of cut-off shorts. She beams big anime eyes on me.

"What's cheap here?"

"Everything's cheap here," she says. "It's the cheapest place on the beach."

"What will a dollar get me?" I try, eyebrows doing a little hurried dance.

"Dick."

I order a $4 Bud Light bottle then. Maybe because of the nasty black night churning beyond, the crowd is thin tonight. The lighting is gloomy and mellow like in the belly of a wooden ship at sea. Near the Ping-Pong table, a couple are grinding their lower halves to Jack Johnson, two wet logs rubbing to catch a spark that ain't coming.

"Heeeeey there, Senator," a voice announces behind me.

He's old, 70s probably, wrapped up in a windbreaker, topped with a baseball cap. He doesn't exactly look homeless. He does walk in with his own juice glass topped with vodka from home. The old-timer nods to everyone in the room, a regular making his rounds, then parks down next to me.

"You know what's wrong with pussy?" he creaks.

"Uh."

"The women have all of it."

"True."

"You know what's wrong with fucking a goat?"

"Uhhhh."

"You mean you don't know?"

"Uhhhhhh."

"Then why don't you stop?"

When we get around to introductions, he tells me to call him "Mr. Crazy."

"What do you do, Mr. Crazy?"

"I cut corners for the government," he says.

"How long you been in Florida?"

"Oh," he says, putting his shaking hands six inches apart. "About this long."

We Abbott-and-Costello our way through some more banter, Mr. Crazy handing out these bathroom wall koans, me mumbling. Pretty soon I'm buying him a beer. He gets around to telling me about sailing ships near Ibiza and chasing Spanish women. Mr. Crazy could never waltz into some holier-than-thou craft-beer palace slinging these gutter one-liners and clutching a drink from home. Nope, this guy is meant to be here and only here. I silently toast him, hoping he survives the Guccification

of America.

"So what do you do?" Mr. Crazy asks me. "Besides fuck sheep?"

Nobody can tell me exactly where to find the Wayside Inn. The intel is spotty: It's a bar. It's in Dania Beach off Federal Highway. And it might have a dollar draft at happy hour. I prowl past storefronts. A gas-station attendant shrugs, then Googles it on his phone. Nothing. I'm just about to spin off for home when I pull down a side street off Dania Beach Boulevard and catch an orange stain of neon in my periphery. Sure enough, the sign fixed to the single-story building says "BAR," at 38 NE First Ave. Pouring from the open doors is the familiar sonic salad of sportscasts, music, and the throaty laughs of men fresh off the job. I walk in, take a stool, and fire away. "Do you have one-dollar beer specials for happy hour?"

"Yeah."

Fireworks blast across the sky! Brass bands blow! Sure, not a full pint, but a 12-ounce mug is enough! I slap that dollar down on the counter, my inner choir of fat ladies now blaring hallelujahs. Suddenly, it's all OK. America's safe from inflation, the war on the working class, $10 craft beer, and bros! We're going to make it.

Two mugs in, I'm sitting next to Debbie Meklas. She owns the place with her sister. A short auburn-haired woman drinking a Corona, she's still in her dress clothes from a full day as a secretary at Broward General, where she's worked for 20 years. I'm babbling about her dollar-draft deal.

"We're not looking for the kill, you know what I mean?" she says evenly. "We have a lot of people that have been coming here forever, and we're trying to keep the deal going."

For Meklas, barkeeping is a matter of blood. Her grandparents owned a place in Somerville, just north of Boston. When her own mom and dad fled the cold for South Florida 43 years ago, they bought the Dania Beach spot. Meklas' father ran the show, holding court daily at a table near the side door.

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75 comments
Lynxx3
Lynxx3

Great story Kyle. 

danny_geee
danny_geee

Lol wow this was such an interesting read . I don't even like reading stories in the paper n shit but this was exceptional

barnyard2217
barnyard2217

You can't get a glass of panther piss for a $1 in S.Florida.

Aldo Malbec
Aldo Malbec

Gone to Puerto Rico. All day everyday!

Zalykha Maria
Zalykha Maria

Jorgie Chamorro I can't show my face there ever since I was accused of wearing a wig

Marco Zug
Marco Zug

Tall PBR at @lostwekeend miami beach

Jorgie Chamorro
Jorgie Chamorro

Zalykha Maria omg remember this bitch from Veterans!! lol

Andrew West
Andrew West

you can get 1dollar beers on old cheney highway in Orlando fl

Eddy Carballo
Eddy Carballo

A little bit of Philly in Miami Springs...$2 (14 oz) Drafts...AND the best Philly Cheesesteak in town.

Gonzalo del Barrio
Gonzalo del Barrio

Catch of the Day in Dolphin Mall has dollar domestics every day from 3pm-7pm

Luis Ricardo Lopez
Luis Ricardo Lopez

Is La Covacha still doing $1 beers on Fridays during happy hour?

Marco Ruiz
Marco Ruiz

When you find it be sure you let me know !

Stephanie Calzadilla
Stephanie Calzadilla

$1 beer and everything else on the menu at 100 Montaditos every Wednesday! All locations

Nick Bernal
Nick Bernal

Any American Legion post has $1.50 draft (yuengling, amber bock, bud/bud light, and miller) all day every day!

Turk Avnayim
Turk Avnayim

FTM Records ϟ Studios has Dollar Yuengling on Draft

Miguel Armenteros
Miguel Armenteros

Graziano's Market in the Gables, $1 draft beers 5-9pm Sunday - Thursday.

andycarr
andycarr

$1.25 drafts in the morning at Artie's, near Lamppost at 2218 North Federal Hwy. In Hollywood.

MuseTD
MuseTD

Good article. Colorfully written.

misterflorida2000
misterflorida2000

Yep, times are changing. When I was younger, people would do slum bar crawls and have private parties and drink case after case of this cheap watered down beer, get bloated and often gotten sick and many times they would throw up. Now people spend more money drinking stronger better beer and they are conservative and careful on what they drink, and they actually appreciate the beer that they do consume. 

Lynne Dear
Lynne Dear

$2 at the Turtle Crawl restaurant on Hollywood Beach.

Alison Alcantara
Alison Alcantara

Great read. I really felt like I was back in South Florida. My favorite was "No, bro. You should probably go home."

Meredith Eastman Argüelles
Meredith Eastman Argüelles

The drink$ in Miami are way too high! It should be considered price gouging to charge 6,7,8$ for a beer in this city!

Juan Arce
Juan Arce

Sportsgrill on birdroad and 117 avenue Robert Gow Courtney WeaverStance Mitchell

Shady King
Shady King

$1.00 beeer in Liberty city...all day !!!

Jenna Goode
Jenna Goode

Pegs pocket but it's only while you're playing pool. Doesn't hole in the wall have $1 beers?

barnyard2217
barnyard2217

Fuc Orlando, you get a knife in the heart by them illegals.

barnyard2217
barnyard2217

Bullshit, the road kill tastes like fuc'n wallpaper with cum sauce you dic heads call cheese whiz.

 
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