The Double Down Saloon
I miss my tit
I’ve been in a lot of grimed up gritty punk rock dive bars in my time, but if someone asked me to pick the my top 50, I would have to put the Double Down Saloon as #3.
I have to go to vegas pretty regularly and if you are in the know, you know it’s the place you go if you want to avoid the tourists. There are plenty of places like it all over the country, but what makes the Double Down, doubly dangerous is that it still abides by the Vegas rules of debatury. No windows, No clocks, No last call. You start hitting down some bacon martinis and shots of ass juice (both Double Down signature drinks) and the next thing you know it’s 11 am the next day and you realize the bartender has given you a pitcher to barf in which is half full and you’re holding it in one hand and you are threatening a biker with a pool cue with the other because you want him to teach you to ride in the other.
Two of my all time favorite bar stories occurred at the Double Down. The first was when we discovered a passed out hippie on the toilet at 6 am. She was sleeping with her panties around her ankles and vomit on her blouse. The photo shoot we had with her lifeless body was epic. The second was when I made out with this smoking hot lipstick lesbian who got me topless in the middle of the bar and then bit my nipple completely off.
Oh Double Down, how I love you. If you haven’t been, GO
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