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| - If I was planning on opening a bar and somehow had a way to channel my 16-year-old self to come up with the design, I'm almost positive it would be pretty similar to Insert Coin(s):
- Arcade machines? Check.
- A live DJ playing music for people out on the dance floor? Check.
- Couches with devoted big screen TV's for playing video games? Check.
- More arcade machines? Check.
- A large bar stocked full of alcohol? Check (obviously).
- TV's above said bar for even more video game playing? Check.
- A bunch of good looking waitresses/servers? Check.
Seriously, what's not to like for a 16-year-old guy? Well, other than not being able to get in (legally) for another five years that is.
Although the video game machines are reminiscent of those old arcades shopping malls used to have, the music, table service, and drink prices make it more like a club. Especially the drink prices. While our rounds of shots may not have cost as much as they would have at the clubs/bars on the Strip, they weren't that much cheaper either. At least we didn't have to pay cover (or wait in line) to get inside though.
By the end of the night, Insert Coin(s) was probably our favorite stop from our Fremont Street bar hopping tour just for its uniqueness. Between the chill vibe and the nostalgic arcade machines everywhere, it seemed like a pretty fun spot during our brief stay. There was one point though where I felt a little frustrated. When we were standing behind the people playing video games at the bar, I was dying. Not because they were in the way or because we wanted to play, but because this one guy was so bad! The 16-year-old me wanted to just snatch the controller out of his hands. Seriously, who uses Dhalsim in Street Fighter? Oye...n00b. :P
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