"This was our watering hole after work," he says of The Cabin, which owes its mid-block, residential street location to the fact that its inception predated proper zoning ordinances. "When I bought it, it had leaks in the roof and cockroaches and rats. It was frickin' nasty. I bought it to save it, and I want someone to keep it going."
That someone could be you: Dale has put The Cabin and the land it sits on up for sale at a price of $1.2 million, although he says he'd likely be willing to sell it "for just shy of a million, because the market sucks."
As for his reasons for selling, that's simple: Dale, who once worked as the corporate beverage manager for Red Robin ("I wrote all those frou-frou drink recipes and taught all the guys to tend bar"), wants to retire to hotter climes. "I'm ready to go down to my joint in Tuscon," he explains. "I'm done, baby, but I'm not gonna give it away. I love this little joint."
"You can't do this again," Dale says of siting a bar between plush suburban homes with water views. "We're grandfathered in."