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| - In the midst of themed bars like Insert Coins and Don't Tell Mama, The Vanguard Lounge is an understated neutral bar. Even down to it's decor, it spells simple and unpretentious. The lounge is like a cold container, floors and walls concrete (I bet the fact that there's not a lot of fabrics in the room keeps the cigarette smoke from sticking and stinking up the place). I feel like the walls deserve more provocative or interesting adornments.
There's about ten seats up at the bar, about twelve along the walls, and in the front, just past the DJ kiosk, there's a few white croc couch and ottoman setups, enough for about twenty. There's also outdoor seating, just on the other side of the glass-windowed garage door.
The front of the bar is pretty open and you can sit and people-watch the passersby on Fremont Street, I think a fun, eclectic mix of people -- fat tourists, junkies with 40's, hipsters, and homeless (sometimes the last two are hard to tell apart).
The place is low-lit with tea-sized wick lamps at every table, on the bar and behind the bar. If I were a bartender/ cocktail wench there, I would hate those damn candles. The staff has to continuously check on all of them all night long and relight the snuffed ones.
My qualm with the bathroom is that the mirrors are these circular mirrors varying in size, but each no larger than a DVD. They are scattered along the wall in front of the sinks and enough to check your grill, but not enough to get the gestalt of your top half. I imagine this bathroom was decorated by a male.
The staff is always courteous and the drinks are average priced, if i remember correctly, at $6 for a vodka.
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