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| - This place was the shit, and exactly what we were looking for in terms of off-strip action.
Was nervous entering the building, because I was wearing short ass shorts and wasn't totally cool with sitting on a barstool that looks like it's carrying STDs. I was halfway cocked at this point anyways, so I didn't care.
Kettle 1 was only five bucks. Already lovin' this place.
Bathrooms were atrocious. I know that's the whole "punk bar/club/live music venue" steez (trust that, i'm from Portland), but I had to take a wicked piss and I actually held it until we got back to the hotel.
It was dead in there, save for a few crooked/weathered-looking patrons and a grizzled bartender. No fake tits, no $16 cocktails, no surcharges, and the pool tables only cost two quarters. AND, AND, AND: I noticed a few band stickers slapped on the walls belonging to some Portland bands. Awww.
Radical. We will come here the next time we're in Vegas, which is never on a weekend, so I won't worry about that packed house gripe in other reviews.
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