This year the mister and I opted to stay on Fremont this year instead of the strip. We're fairly low-key and the strip is far from it. Fremont was our ticket.
The first night there, we were looking for a nice little bar to hang out at, most things looked decent but just weren't doing it. We avoided one place just due to the door guys looking like they were "too cool for school".
We kept walking...and I saw a couple go into a bar that had a simple sign and not much going on outside...then I heard a piano ripping away.
Sold.
The pianist was hilarious, the drinks were stiff, and the songs were amazing. People sang along. It was perfect.
I walked out of there feeling mighty drunk. Last thing that night needed? A hot dog.
Yeah, Freemont street has those too.