As if hoping to avoid the neon glare from the other bars on the main drag, Dan’s Café huddles quietly at the corner of 18th Street and Kalorama. Dan’s appears boarded-up from the outside, save for a small, red notice on the door that reads: OPEN. Most people would peg Dan’s as a dive. I’d call it a throwback. Dan, whoever he is, has been dead for years, but the place has been owned and operated by the same family since 1965. It looks pretty much like a ’60s-era museum piece. A neon Pabst Blue Ribbon sign flickers above the bar, which does not sell PBR. The beer Dan’s does sell, though, is cheap and often frozen; if you’re in the mood for a mixed drink, prepare to make it yourself with a bottle of booze, a soda, and an ice bucket.