\""You puke, You Clean!\"" \n\nThat's the one rule at the Double Down Saloon. \nEveryone is welcome, as long as you can hold your own. For those of you who are easily intimidated by heavily tattooed, hoarse-voiced broads or fat, beer belching bikers, or rowdy rockabillies fresh from a car show, or lush sk8tpunks, or firebreating amazon women, or satanic hula-hooping sex godesses, or frazzled crackwhores, or bubble-breasted spray-tannned strippers, BEWARE. The DD has the most eclectic crowd ever and I wouldn't have it any other way. The one thing that unites all the patrons is that they are definitely not easily scared away by the hype.\nYes. The bathroom is icky. But I have totally pissed in there a bajillion times (without a weird paper seat cover!) and I don't have HepC or ringworm. If you are afraid of the toilets there, you might be better off pissing outside in the alley. Just sayin'. \nOnly the women's room has a lock, so don't try to drop a duece in the men's room, unless you're cool with other people watching you poop. \nAss Juice is freaking delicious, and if my ass tatsed like that drink, I'd probably have people paying to rim me. But I have not tried the bacon martini. It's nasty-looking. I prefer my drinks to not have grease floating in them. I've always felt it was more for tourists anyways. \nThe Bartenders there have been there for, like, ever. Not a high turnaround. So, whenever I come home to Vegas, I KNOW I can count on seeing the same peeps and I find that comforting.\nI love dives and this is the place that made me love them. Best. Bar. Ever.\n\nOh. And did I mention they have Black Flag and Circle Jerks in the juke box?! Hells yeah.