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Dive bars show you a whole different side of Vegas than the hermetically-sealed neon bubble of the casinos.

I LIVED IN VEGAS for four years and went out to dive bars far more nights than I didn’t. There’s one on every corner, often three or four. From the suburbs to the University to Downtown, dive bars are plentiful in Vegas, so a top nine is truly an exclusive list.

It’s against the dive bar spirit to be too discriminating, so I list these in no particular order:

1. Double Down Saloon

Self-proclaimed “The Happiest Place on Earth,” the DD is legendary, but still authentic, as it’s dirtier than ever, and the mosh pit will leave you bloody.

One look at the men’s bathroom, the toilet/urinal/sink, with no stalls, no toilet paper and certainly no soap and you won’t doubt that this icon is still a dive.

The walls and ceilings are painted murals of demonic flapper era naked circus girls and elephants and psychedelic swirls. Punk and psychobilly shows most nights, and never a cover charge, though a donation to the group of hoodlums at the gas station next door is recommended if you want to make it home alive.

If you seek a quieter dive experience, come late, 4 AM on a Tuesday perhaps, when the strippers are getting off work and looking to unwind, and order a round of Ass Juice for one and all.

2. New York Café

Even most locals don’t know about this jewel, where old junkies play the sickest blues/jazz/funk you’ll ever hear on weeknights starting at midnight or 1 AM, until sunrise, with long breaks in between sets. The only cost is whatever you can afford to drink, and your soul.

3. Rush Hour

One of a thousand neighborhood dumps, this one is on the edge of the dreaded Green Valley suburbs, a much needed reprieve from the endless malls. No music here, except the jukebox.

I recommend the graveyard shift, weekends. Tell Josh I sent you and you’re sure to have a few on the house. Great place to just stare into the void.

The Double Down Saloon / photo by MP and Todd Lussier

4.Yayo Taco

That’s not “yeyo,” but it’s close enough. This college bar has exotic tacos such as the Shanghai, and a nice selection of beers and tequilas. Just avoid Thursday’s “frat boy” night, and you’ll be fine.

5. The Crown and Anchor

In the mood to watch a classic bar brawl, or better yet, start one? This British style pub is just the place. Real live European soccer hoodlums just looking for trouble at 8 AM on a Sunday morning. Plus 35 beers on tap, and waitresses in plaid skirts.

6. Champagne’s

Imagine the Beverly Hillbillies decorating their home like a nightmare from Frank Sinatra’s third cousin. Avoid karaoke night unless you are masochistic.

7. The Bunkhouse

The walls are adorned with pictures of Gary Cooper in High Noon and John Wayne in half the movies he made. But this is not done out of some postmodern irony b.s.; I think the owners just like westerns. Drinks at the Bunkhouse are stiff and the degenerates are aplenty.

The author on the couch at Cactus

8. Dive Bar

How can a real dive bar be called Dive Bar? Easily. Once you feel the spilled beer, broken glass and general grime under your feet, and see the six inches of plumber’s butt perpetually showcased by the bartender, you’ll understand.

Free punk and metal shows most nights. Open ‘til sunrise.

9. Cheers

An institution. Just across from the school, part of the Maryland Parkway drunk stroll, which includes Yayo, and the Crown and Anchor as well, and Champagne’s if your feet are feeling good. Everyone claims to go here, but few actually do, except the loyal handful of regulars who live there.

If you think your life is pathetic, stop by Cheers after 10 PM for two dollar well drinks, two and change for double tall drafts, and look at these hopeless barflies. Open 24/7. Conveniently located next door to the infamous Roberto’s taco shop, the perfect place to get cheap greasy food before you pass out.

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About The Author

Marcus Crowe

Marcus Crowe is coeditor and contributor to Neon Geyser, Porcelain Sky, a poetry journal based in Las Vegas, and featured on www.zeitgest-press.com. He walks and stargazes through deserts and mountains and broods at the end of the bar. He is currently hiding out in Florida finishing up his long awaited novel, and preparing for an international adventure to Patagonia and beyond.

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  • Tim Patterson

    Really liked this piece, stoked to hear more from you, Marcus.

  • ruffino

    good man. I like your reviews, they are very accurate and true to their nature. anyway. I"ll make sure to go to the ones I haven't been to yet. I 've been going to rush hour lately. Josh makes those drinks strong enough to knock an elephant down.

  • Jason

    ive been going to the rush hour for over a year now…all the tenders are great but Josh is the man…friendly as hell and makes a mean drink…Denny is also great just for sheer entertainment value…

  • Steve

    Too bad you didn’t mention “Money Plays” a local favorite in Las Vegas….
    On Flamingo & Decatur
    http://www.moneyplayslv.com

  • http://Phuckrush.com PhukRush

    Rush Hour has went completely downhill. They hired a bunch of douchebag bartenders and fired Josh, and everyone else that worked there. Only go if you wear Ed Hardy, Affliction, or watch jersey shore.

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  • MuchToBeDesired

    Visited Rush Hour on a Friday night, around 10. Was greeted (and by greeted, I mean, sat around for 20 minutes before I was even acknowledged) with terrible attitude by a girl so fake it looked as if she fell out of a barbie box. Had my 1 drink per hour, as that was as fast as I could get service. The bartender seemed only concerned with playing beer pong and trying to be the biggest pseudo-whore in town. At midnight I was relieved to see the grave bartender to come in, assuming service for me would increase (as I am playing $5/hand poker, for the last 2 hours; only had 2 drinks during the entire time). Was I severely mistaken.

    Not only was the Graveyard bartender less attentive than the prior, he seemed to know absolutely nothing about the bar. And then come to find out he and the swing bartender are engaged? I’m sorry but if I spend the last 2 hours looking at your girlfriend try to vocally-sex other men, why would I want to meet her fiance immediately after? I’ve been bartending in this town for almost 14 years, and I’ve worked everywhere from dive bars to clubs to the strip; let me just say this kid had NO idea what he was doing. Many times I saw him completely disregard guests to go hang out with his fiance.

    I’m sorry but to me this is just poor ownership of business. I would like to see less of these “bartenders” and maybe someone with a sense of pride behind their bar.

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