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| - Frankie's, you are my dark little love cave in an otherwise scalding, brutally bright lights/big city town called Vegas. When on vacation, the first order of business is usually your vacation cocktail-many of which are concoctions made of fruits, secrets and lies, with a fun little umbrella on the side. Frankie's did not disappoint in providing me with such a list.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be at 3 in the afternoon when it's 100 degrees out than on a bar stool, watching some crazy beach romp on TV and listening to locals talk about their slots play, what's for dinner and who's doin' who.
The bar is impressive: over 80 rums, and they are generous with their pours. The take home mugs are cute, but I don't need some ceramic goddess to tell me I'm good at or enjoy tiki drinks. I'll see them again.
It's so dark in there, it takes a while for your eyesight to get adjusted...as least that's one patron's excuse for walking into the ladies room and not the men's. I guess it is hard to notice those big juicy red tiki lips on the door after a few Zombies...
They break down the strengths of the drinks by skulls, so if you don't feel like ending up pantsless in a back alley way singing Sinatra by 5pm, stick to the two skull drinks. The Green Gasser was great, and we got to sample of the Pikakae with a delightful orange liquer that is hard to come by. I also braved it and had a Zombie. I lived to tell the tale.
Every adventure, we try to find a dive or a locals only hang out to get a real taste of the local scene. Frankie's did not disappoint. Great jukebox, great staff and great patrons. I think we'll be back there one day.
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