Gracie's Tax Bar

"In a peach-painted brick building that still bears the timeworn sign of its former tenant, a tax company, Gracie’s pours no-bullshit drinks for an eclectic crowd that draws from many Phoenix subcultures. Drinks are cheap. Food is simple and greasy (check out the onion rings and fried pickle spears). People nurse pitchers of beer and sangria on a patio where blooms of ivy creep up a white wall toward the pale desert sky. Inside, a wide-ranging jukebox oozes tunes into the heavy dimness. Fun fact: Grace Perry, owner, used to sing in a local metal band. Drink specials rotate, featuring the likes of mystery shots and a $5 tequila sunrise." - Nikki Buchanan, Chris Malloy

"Gracie’s is the dive bar that rivals all dive bars. The former tax service office turned bar opened in 2017 from local musician Grace Perry, and has been killing it ever since. Bathed in a sultry red light inside and littered with discarded lawn furniture outside, Gracie’s challenges the not-so-positive dive bar food narrative. The kitchen is open until 1 a.m. Sunday to Thursday and 2 a.m. Friday and Saturday, serving up dive classics like cheese curds, fried pickles, and a Bronx favorite —chopped cheese (including a vegan option)." - Mcconnell Quinn

"In a peach-painted brick building that still bears the timeworn sign of its former tenant, a tax company, Gracie’s pours no-bullshit drinks for an eclectic crowd that draws from many Phoenix subcultures. Drinks are cheap. Food is simple and greasy (check out the onion rings and fried pickle spears). People nurse pitchers of beer and sangria on a patio where blooms of ivy creep up a white wall toward the pale desert sky. Inside, a wide-ranging jukebox oozes tunes into the heavy dimness. Fun fact: Grace Perry, owner, used to sing in a local metal band. Drink specials rotate, featuring the likes of mystery shots and a $5 tequila sunrise." - Nikki Buchanan, Chris Malloy