Crusty and dirty. Cheap booze and equally cheap, but scrumptious foot long dogs.Whores and a bunch of rowdy ironworkers.
My ironworker fiance turned me on to this place and it's one of the reasons I love him.
The juke box is usually spewing out some vulgar club-rap and the bartendresses will flirt with your boyfriends. If you are one of those folks who lock the doors of your vehicle while driving through a poor neighborhood, you won't be comfortable there.
Other than the fantastic prices and yummy hotdoggies, the REAL Vegas locals lurking about this joint make it exciting and interesting.
Divey Stage Door kicks much booty.