Rowdy patrons usually give a bar its bad rap, but El Chapultepec’s owner got a reputation for being just as hard-nosed and mean as his clientele—if not more so. To compensate for his 5’4” stature, the now deceased Jerry Krantz stashed a baseball bat behind the bar and used it to keep unruly patrons in line. When a judge threatened jail time, Krantz switched his weapon of choice to a sock with a cue ball in it. Today, “The Pec” is a safer place. The dive bar is a good spot to see live jazz (Krantz was a huge fan), settle into the famous booth where Jack Keroac once mused or grab a cold beer after a Colorado Rockies game—Coors Field is across the street.
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