Lots of places claim their beers are the coldest, but somebody has to be telling the truth, right? That somebody may just be Alice’s, where dirt-cheap Shiners and Lone Stars are quaffed from infamous frosty goblets, and in a strikingly un-skeevy milieu (as cash-only dive bars go, that is) lit by neon beer signs and fueled by a diverse array of bodies on the dance floor.