Shaw's.

The bar is the Nine Nine's. It's their spot, always has been. Every party, every meetup, it's always been at Shaw's. That sticky, greasy bar has always been theirs.

Holt sucks up his reservations about the subpar wine, Jake holds off on pranks momentarily, and even Amy gets less stuck up.

Hank, the bartender, knows them all by name. Even keeps beer out for them. The beer is just subpar enough to be both cheap and drinkable. Perfect.

Rosa loves it.