the quintessential dive bar, in wrong-side-of-the-tracks mill valley, directly across the street from my theatre company. it is perhaps stretching the definition of culinary farewell tour to include Joe’s, given that the only thing to eat there are packets of doritos. but the drinks are cheap, the bartenders friendly, and the juke box is full of classic rock power ballads. the occasional bar fight breaks out here, in a town otherwise filled with classy pricey wine bars. i watched the giants win the world series here in 2010.