[media-credit name=’JEFF SCHORFHEIDE/Herald photo’ align=’alignnone’ width=’648′][/media-credit]It might seem something of a dubious honor to be named "Dirtiest Dive Bar," but as any dive bar connoisseur worth his salt — or his Jagerbomb, as it were — will tell you, a dive bar's filthiness is directly proportional to its awesomeness. This can be no better proven than at the Red Shed, where the Real Thing Long Island single-handedly makes it the best watering hole outside of a wedding with an open bar and an over-ambitious best man. It is a place where there isn't truly a crowd. You'll find representatives from the coastie sect, Greek system, Upper Peninsula, hippies, punks, gangsters, techies, jocks, metal heads, pot heads, politicians, alumni and drunkards all in one environment, coexisting as peacefully as they ever will under the roof with a busted up wagon on it. The aforementioned Real Thing is without question the flagship drink of Mad Town, blending equal parts sweetness, alcohol and awesomeness to create a concoction that can certainly be deemed dangerous in mass quantities. If you're looking for a dive, meaning the last place where you'd want to dive on the floor, the Shed is your place. If it's too full after a Badger game, you could head down State Street and find the Pub — unaffectionately referred to as "The Pube," which is sure to have vacancy, and for good reason. Red Shed: 442 votes The Pub: 355 votes