So we learned from the bartender (I think his name was Jeff; I dunno) that Hunter S. Thompson used to make this place his watering hole. You're telling me that I sat in the same barstool and breathed the same musty air as the legendary Gonzo. Mind Blown.
If it was good enough for Gonzo, it is good enough for you! Get your butt downtown, throw back shots of Old Crow and chase it down with local brew. When you stumble out of here and into the 95 degree scorching Vegas heat, you'll know that you just shared a common experience with one of America's great authors/critic/journalist.
Effin Yeah!