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We’ve had a few requests to check out the Hard Hat Lounge on Industrial Road as part of our Dive Bar series. After checking out the Yelp reviews, this writer was a little worried. Any mention of the potential for stabbings makes us a little wary. Weird, huh? We couldn’t resist forever, though; so, after being invited to check out a grand reopening party, we manned up and saddled up at the bar.
The place was packed, but a barstool was quickly acquired. This bar passed the intial dive bar test by serving up frosty, canned PBRs. One of those and a Beam on the rocks set us back a whole $5.50. That, in itself, is a reason to hit up this place. The crowd definitely leaned on the tattooed punk rock side, and most were gathered by the stage while a bearded, pompadoured guy shouted out original music over a newly installed sound system.
Some of the better-known local bands play this space. Compare that to the last show we saw at Cosmo's Boulevard pool, where we paid over $30 for three 12 oz. canned beers, and you'll see that it's possible to catch a cool show and have a few drinks in Las Vegas without maxing out your credit cards.
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It is no secret that we love a great dive bar. There is no recipe or formula for a good one. A dive bar is not something that can be built, for a dive bar develops itself over time. You can’t decorate a dive. It accumulates nonsense and things left behind. It exists for its locals and rewards their loyalty by always being there.
When we heard there was a dive bar that calls itself “The Dive Bar” located in a mini-mall on Maryland Parkway near Flamingo, we were skeptical. Can a dive bar really self-identify as one? Just look at the Venetian’s not-even-close-to-a-dive-bar Rockhouse which calls itself an “ultra dive.” Also, could a dive bar really exist in a strip mall? On a mission to find answers, we staggered into the darkness of The Dive Bar.
Inside the hotel-casinos that line Las Vegas Boulevard are bars of all types and sizes. But, most won't make you question the sanity of entering. And, their cleanliness. And, none will make you forget you're on The Strip. (Unless, you're completely bombed out of your mind.)
For a true old school dive experience -- one that, upon entering, makes you lose all perception of place or time -- you need to head off Strip. Today, we continue our journey into the underbelly of Las Vegas’ bar culture with two more of our favorite dives. Find our first two recommendations, here.
Frankie’s Tiki Room (1712 West Charleston Boulevard)
Frankie’s is still a hidden gem of Vegas. We almost don’t want to tell you about the place for fear of ruining our own little secret. A traditional tiki bar in every sense of the word, Frankie’s serves up high-potency tropical drinks in a super-dark, island-themed room. Most of the place looks hand-carved. The lights are made from blowfish. Surf music plays lightly from the speakers while all manners of strange things play on the TVs over the bar.
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Vegas is a drinker’s paradise. Yes, it may be the home of the 80 oz. slushy drink in a tube, the 50 oz. vodka/Red Bull on a chain and the $500 table-served bottle, but it is also a wealth of unique bars with price points for everyone.
From the quaint and divey to the strange and over the top, Sin City has a dive bar just for you. Here are two of our favorites. We'll share more as throughout the year. Be sure to tell us yours in the comments below.
Dino’s (1516 Las Vegas Boulevard South)
By Dino’s own admission, they've been getting Las Vegas drunk since 1962. The self-proclaimed “Last Neighborhood Bar in Las Vegas” has long been a favorite for generations of Las Vegans and visitors. The bar is covered in autographed dollar bills from thousands of visitors that wanted to leave a mark in such a cool place.
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Note: This O'Sheas post was written without the influence of Sexy Snake Man. We swear!
There are few things we like more than leading our dear friends down the road of debauchery, especially in Las Vegas.
So, when we had the opportunity to break free from the mob of 100+ journalists hosted by CityCenter last week (imagine the very best and worst high school reunion rolled into a 72-hour affair complete with copious amounts of dick swinging and one-upping), we had to take our Vegas virgin friend, Jenna, to see some of the not so swank features of the Strip.
Maybe Jenna wasn’t exactly an unsullied maiden, but she hadn’t graced the Strip in nearly two decades, which pretty much makes her born again material in our book.