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| - It really, really pains me to have to write this review posthumously.
I remember my first foray into "the Gulch" was on my first trip to Vegas when I was barely legal. Every time since, I make sure I spend a little quality time there. I have to admit I was a bit devastated when I found out this time that it had been bought up by the D hotel and had been closed a week prior to my trip.
Now mind you, I wasn't heartbroken because this was the end all, be all type of place in Vegas, rather due to the tons of memories. Chalk it up to nostalgia. In a city that is constantly demolishing and rebuilding itself, the Gulch felt like a throwback to old Vegas and a staple that would never leave.
This place usually had no cover depending on time of day as long as you hit a 2-drink minimum within a certain amount of time. Don't threaten me with a good time! If you heard the action on Fremont Street pick up, you could step out the doors and be in the middle of it, and the girls had no hard feelings. The girls were never pushy and I had numerous conversations about them regarding their career plans, their aspirations, and their degrees.
It was great to have a drink and watch the next dancer wipe down the pole with some Windex before giving the cue to start her song. That spoke waves to the lack of pretension here. There was no "main stage" and multiple areas vying for your attention. It was like a regular bar with a little extra visual appeal.
I'm sorry I didn't make it in time for one more round. Thanks for the fond memories, Girls of Glitter Gulch, you will be missed.
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