Bar Rocky is what happens when a neighbourhood dive decides it doesn’t need frills or finesse—just cheap beer, a touch of testosterone, and maybe a hint of Halloween decor that’s out all year. Situated between Beaudry and Papineau, it’s a kind of sanctuary for rough edges and local eccentrics, a place where regulars nurse cheap pints of 50 while watching reruns of Gilles Proulx in all his dated glory. The staff knows exactly when you need another round, and patrons range from retired graphic artists to pool hall philosophers who think every angle in life is geometry.