803 SE Eighth Ave., Deerfield Beach.
Nan's Hideaway took me far too long to find. That's because it's located just off Federal Highway in a plaza in which the establishments encircle the parking lot; this hideaway is a modest little building with reddish-orange cursive letters that spell out the name. Inside was a long, narrow room: a jam-packed wooden bar running along one side, a few tables pressed against the wall on the other. Pam, the bartender, sported dark curly hair and a shirt that said "Life Is Good" in sparkly letters.