First off, let me say that I have been coming here for years. I try to stop in every time I'm in Vegas. The place is as low down as it gets and that's totally fine! The crowd is always good, the bartenders are cool, and the drinks are cheap! Was just here on Saturday on the way to the airport. Stopped in with my gf who had never been here. She was in for a surprise. Prefaced the visit by asking if she's ever had ass juice. (We are a fairly new couple) of course she hadn't so I let her know it's made fresh daily! Lol! Anyhoo, brought her in, grabbed a shot, and hung for about 30 mins before we had to jet. Great time, a little smoky for her, well, a lot smoky for her, but she had fun. Hit the double down when you're in town! read more

Dive bar heaven for those searching. Jukebox selection: amazing. Bartenders: friendly and laid back. Drinks: strong, but tasty. Sound quality: decent. Atmosphere: dark walls, stickers, paintings of devil-vixens, stickers, random memorabilia, and more stickers. Pool tables, slot machines and small t.v.'s showcasing 1970's snuff films only add grit to the grime. Entry is free and live bands are always playing on Saturday nights. If you're lucky, some drunk blonde with a raccoon tail attached to her pants and neck tattoos will seductively dance in front of the stage and dive into the closest patron with PBR in hand. Oi! (Punk may not be dead, but this chick's sanity is.) End the night with a photo sesh in the photobooth by the bar. A few bucks will get you two copies of pics worth sharing on Instagram. Cheers. read more

Double Down Saloon - The vixens await your arrival. - Dive Bars Near Me - Las Vegas, Nevada

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Super smokey in the back.... so if you're there for a band and rather not be smoked out... stand in the front! It's roomy and you can breathe! Otherwise drink up and get down. This is a great divey bar with good prices on the booze and lots of eye candy. It reminds me of many other rock n' roll bars with cement floors and lots of graffiti. I particularly liked the giant metal cockroach hung on the ceiling. I was there to get my Ruckusfest 2007 bobblehead and hung out for a couple of sets. The smoke was too much for me though and I had to get out. Luckily there's a great lil' wall you can sit on just outside the entrance and regain your breath to go back in for more. I'm just an old ex-recreational smoker who can't hack it anymore. read more

Double Down Saloon - My beloved Ruckus Bobblehead from the Double Down, July 2007 - Dive Bars Near Me - Las Vegas, Nevada

'Had an enjoyable few nights here on my Vegas trip last week: personable staff, pleasant conversation with patrons, cool B movie trailers/video oddities on the bar TV and fun punk/garage bands. It makes me long for my own band days playing guitar. Day shift bartender Butters was cool to me! I got to chat with him a bit, when I stopped in my last day for a final beer before the airport. People make all the difference. I look forward to returning soon! read more

Dive bar. Punk rock and ska. No cover charge. Late live music shows. Relax, chill, shut up and drink.

What a place to check out! I grew up loving punk rock and grunge music and the double down is the ultimate punk rock bar. I tell people who visit Vegas, you have to go for the experience if you've never been. It is a smoky bar with old videos playing on the tv's which I used to love watching since I don't gamble, sometimes there is live music playing depending on the time of day you go. They are known for being on Anthony Bourdain shows and he recommended it as one of the top 5 bars in the world. The drinks ass juice which is a shot that tastes like fruit punch but can pack a punch too can come with a souvenir ceramic toliet shot glass as well as their bacon martini which I personally never liked. There is no food except a vending machine so plan to eat before or afterwards. I would frequent the double down over the years and now it's just a nostalgic place for me to go and grab a beer. They have a really great happy hour too. I feel like the Double Down Saloon should be considered as a landmark in the ways of Vegas bars. read more

If you haven't been there you need to go at least once and drink some Ass Juice !! Many years ago we were going to Wynn for Thanksgiving but the wait was 3 hours so my daughter took us to the DD and we ate Thanksgiving dinner cooked by a microwave and I will NEVER forget it !!! Is it my choice of a drinking spot...No...but it is a place not to miss !! read more

I've always wanted to come to this place but all of my friends always wanted to do the club scene. This past weekend my girlfriend and I were celebrating our anniversary and she was more than cool enough to want to check it out with me. We were treated to a hilarious man on stage doing mashups of everything from Beyonce to Johnny Cash and Tupac to Metallica, we took some shots of ass juice and we took our toilet bowls home with us. We had a great time while we were here. Unfortunately, after hilarious man stopped his set some god awful metal instrumental band came up to play. I love metal but those guys were enough for us to take our toilet bowls and head off to another bar. read more

As a couple of punk kids who love cheap beer, good music and fun people and a good punk rock dive bar, my bf and I had been meaning to come to this place for several years. Our friends' bands have played here over the years and it had come highly recommended. We ended up going on Wednesday, 8/28 for my bf's birthday and had a blast despite how dead it was. Much cheaper than most Vegas establishments which was a refreshing plus! My bf really enjoyed the video poker on the bar top, haha. We met a fellow Washingtonian there who was super nice and bought us a round. The ass juice was delicious, don't get it twisted. Stay gold, Double Down. read more

I don't really have any complaints about this place, it's just not quite for me. It's awesome for what it is though! This place to me is the definition of a dive bar. There are stickers and graffiti all over the walls, it is dark, it looks dirty but isn't (or maybe it is), the people inside are friendly and the drinks are cheap. It is very small though so get to know your bar mates! There was some kind of weird variety show on that we were not expecting when we arrived but were pleasantly surprised. It was a fun thing to watch and something I have never seen before. I don't know if I would necessarily go back but that is mainly because it is not my type of spot. There may be a time though, late at night, where I find myself here again and although I may not know how I got there, I will be glad to find myself in this now familiar and friendly place. read more

Best dive in Las Vegas. Great vibe and bartenders. If you are on a lay over at airport or just want to get away from the strip this is the place to come. It's also close to the Vegas sign so stop there when you have a little buzz going. read more

Five star dive bar. Tough to dive much deeper. Exactly what you need if you're looking for a stiff drink off the strip. The crab dip is to die for! read more

I came to Vegas for my 37th baby, hung out here for a bit on a Saturday afternoon and loved it! I've only been to Vegas a couple times and I can give or take it. Some friends of mine who come fairly regularly always come to this bar and wanted to make sure to stop in while we were in town for the weekend and I'm glad they suggested it. It's off the strip, but no TOO far off (we were staying at Treasure Island), so it's a nice diversion from the craziness that goes on over there. It's basically a dark, dive bar (which is good!). Cheap pools & cheap drinks! I can't remember our bartender's name, but she was very attentive and wasn't at all bothered by our groups shenanigans Oh yeah, I drank the ass juice. It tasted like ass. But wasn't that the point? read more

Gnarly bar the music selection there is fucking sweeeeeeeet. Tried their 'famous' Ass juice. Beware the locks on the restroom don't work so you'll get the causal walk in. Not complaining tho really don't care. read more

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Grimey and I love it that way! Small but loud and parking isn't that great I only came because my hotel is close

I've been told that the DD Saloon is considered the CBGB's of the West Coast, and I can see the similarities, a bit dive-y in a charming way: graffiti-filled bathrooms, amazing bands, cheap beer, and the staff treats you like family. Finally made my way here, my hot husbands band played this venue and I had a great time. The bartender was fast, the beer cold, and they had a great bottled beer selection (bring cash). They don't provide microphones, cables, or any of the basics, so if your band is playing, be sure to bring your own cables, mic's, etc. Just the right amount of security, decent parking lot that's well-lit. Cool place! read more

Was in here in this dingy bar for a beer and a band took the stage. That would have been fine if they played anything that resembled music. Instead it was nothing more than screaming and overly loud drums and guitar. It gave me one hell of a headache after about 15 minutes. I think my ears are still ringing. First and last time at this bar. read more

One of the best and fun dive bars I have ever been to. The bar is dark and smells of smoke, but the alcohol is cheap! There was a certain time they had happy hour, but we weren't there at the time and shots were still decent! We had lots of ass juice shots and Jameson. My friend even bought me one shot in the toilet bowl shot glass. They also have a classic photo booth! Great place to get drunk at off the strip!Lol. I will definitely be back! read more

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It may be Tryst or Pure or whatever "Sexy name" club on the strip for you during your Vegas trips, but for for a dive barrin' gal like myself, it's the Double Down. ...well at least it is from now on. Always expecting dives to be at list a smidge too hot and muggy, I was pleasantly surprised by a blast of cool A/C when I walked in and remembered that A/C is an absolute must everywhere in Vegas - even in dive bars. And it is a dive. Through and through and through... although with surprisingly clean floors. In fact, after reading about the Double Down and having knowledge of a drink called "Ass Juice," I was actually surprised at just how clean the Double Down was. DOn't get me wrong, it's not pristine, but they keep it in pretty good shape. Must be due to all that puke insurance they offer. "Puke insurance?" you ask. Yes, puke insurance. For a mere $20, my friend - if you puke, you are not responsible for cleaning it up. Somehow I don't think this is offered on my AAA policy. Now, on to the (in)famous drinks. The Double Down falls under my philosophy of "Just because it's the 'original' doesn't make it the best." And that's sadly how I felt about the "original" bacon martini. It wasn't that bacon-y... but at least it was super vodka-y, so you get your $6 worth. The ass juice... well, I was thinking of it wrong. When I hear "ass juice," before you're even finished saying the words, I'm already grossed out. So I was expecting something pickley and briney and gross... turns out it's a girly drink with peach schnapps in it. I've decided that it's gotta be called ass juice, as in "Dude, I'm going to get so much ass with this juice." Strong drinks, ridiculous names for drinks, puke insurance, semi-surly barkeeps... all things for a strong 4-star dive. What bumps 'em on up to 5? Pinball. Not just any pinball - the Playboy Pinball machine. One of my faves. I was bummed that the flippers didn't quite work all the time, but I'll take what I can get... plus they had a photobooth and pool to add to the mix too. Next time I've been wiped out at the Blackjack tables in Vegas, you'll know where to find me. read more

Two words: Bacon Martini Really, did I drink one too many Grey Goose martinis, die of alcohol poisoning, and go to bacon heaven? Bacon and vodka together? Yes, it is true...there is a God...because there is a bacon martini. Obviously someone up there heard my prayers and sent this magical drink down from the heavens. I am betting angels brought it down themselves. The bacon vodka is a clear bottle filled with vodka, strips of bacon, and globules of bacon fat. Honestly, it is not a pretty sight. As a matter of fact, even for the bacon freak, it is quite frightening. The martini itself is icy bits of bacon and bacon fat globules floating in a glass of the bacon infused vodka. Knowing in advance that they do not provide a bacon garnish, I brought my own. Yes, I am a bacon dork...what? The bacon martini is indeed delicious and leaves a film of bacon fat on the lips...kind of like bacon chapstick. Wow, another fabulous idea...do you hear me up there? read more

I don't remember most of the nights I've spent here over the last 10 years... all I can really say is that a trip to Vegas isn't really a trip to Vegas unless it involves at least one drunken black out courtesy of the Double Down. Oh and guess what? The DD has been doing bacon martinis looooong before hipsters made All Things Bacon part of their Hipster Repertoire. My steady is always Vodka with Something. It doesn't really matter what the "Something" is because I'm not gonna taste it anyway. That's how stiff the drinks are. It hasn't changed much... though they did get rid of the couches I was always afraid to sit on for fear a syringe would crawl out and poke me in the ass. Oh hai, Hep C! In all seriousness... I love the DD... always have and always will. It's a mostly locals Vegas bar where you can always count on the drinks being stiff, service being fast, seeing a coupla trannies that are better dressed that you, and hearing awesome music by way of the jukebox or live right there in front of you. Viva la DD. read more

When in Vegas it's important to remember a few rules. 1. Don't burn the locals 2. Don't wager money you aren't willing to lose 3. $1.99 Steak may sound like a bargain.. it is not 4. When you get 11 at blackjack, YOU ALWAYS DOUBLE DOWN Well, with those out of the way you should add another one to the list 5. When in Vegas, ALWAYS GO TO THE DOUBLE DOWN! Upon arriving to this off the strip bar you'll be greeted with a sign that says "Happiest place on Earth" As much as you'd like to believe that this is irony, it's not. It's all truth. You may second guess me when you walk into this dark bar that is completely punk rock. I mean, it's COMPLETELY PUNK ROCK. I don't care if you come in here after a sock hop, you will be leaving PUNK-ROCK AS FUCK! The bar is unapologetically awesome and in your face from the looks of all the graffiti that lines the walls, to the name of the drinks and to the attitude of the bartender. But let me tell you, you will never have as much fun in Vegas as you will have when you're in here. Hunter S. Thompson would have loved this place, that beautiful bastard. This is what America would be like if the 80's punk scene didn't fizzle out and become such a mainstream sell out like the hippie movement prior to that. This is the Anarchist dream. Right-o. Not to mention they have Bacon Vodka... yes, they serve you up a Bacon Martini. As someone who HAS made his own home made bacon infused vodka, I can say that there venture into the land of bacon infused drinks came out slightly less than mine, but you know what, Screw the bacon vodka - Bring on the Ass Juice! Ass Juice - Yes, that's right.. the ass juice is a signature drink which if you can take the name as something that is simply trying to scare you, you will enjoy what is really in this drink. It's really tasty. If anything, it's a drink you have to drink with one pinky up. It's like a fru-fru drink in a small shot glass. They have deals for the working man. A can of Schlitz, some ass juice and some beef jerky. What more can you ask for after a long day of work? How about some Leprechaun piss?That's right. They seemed to have added a new insulting and gross named drink to the menu. Leprechaun piss - A green concoction that is more like melon schnapps with a mixture of other things. Careful, these are really chick drinks in that you really don't know how much alcohol is in them as it's really well masked. They are tasty and sweet and they will kick your ass. The bathroom looks like a CSI crime scene. Crude pornographic images and graffiti smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average drunk punker. No, what sort of crimes have happened in this restrooms? Who cares? And for that matter, it's sort of pointless to wash your hands as you were going to touch the door on the way out. The Pièce de résistance for me that sold it that you ALWAYS HAVE TO GO TO DOUBLE DOWN when in Vegas is that they have a Photobooth. Well, I have to say I haven't done a photobooth in a while and this one was perfect. The old saying about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas is full of shit. If you can't make and enjoy those memories... even if it's because you're highly intoxicated from small midget piss or product of a juicy ass, then what's the point? This place is a complete punk dive bar experience and as threatening and crude as it is, It's really warm and inviting. hell-to-the-yes. This place is the best. read more

If you like this sorta mosh pit crazy band place There's nowhere in vegas like it The drinks are cheap They card at the door Cash only It's not fancy at all, but it's a biker punk rocker place. I haven't had a bad experience there. It's just the Double Down Also known for being "Anna Nicole Smiths last stop in Vegas" Parking is not easy And don't wear high heels. There a tiny deep hill to run up and down to the curb read more

There's something oddly relaxing about sitting in a dingy, smelly bar, at a shredded, nasty booth, listening to too-loud music with a group of "undesirables". Double Down is a great place to catch a show. A lot of smaller touring bands come through, so there's a show almost every night. The shows are usually (if not always) free, and they generally start around 9 or 10pm. I would recommend trying the ass juice more than once, because it almost always tastes different. The only common denominators are the fact that it's always somewhat sweet, and sour. I would NOT recommend using the bathroom. It's very dirty, and the lock usually doesn't work. read more

Fuck & Yes. The "shut up and drink" wall inspires me for once in my life to listen to directions without question or hesitation. The Bacon Martini tastes like a horrible decision, but sometimes you just have to drink things just to say you did. The music is always good and the guys in the bands make for some pretty decent eye candy. Not that I'm looking or anything. The bathroom is...well...a dirty bar bathroom. Drink enough and it won't matter. The photobooth is a wonderful momento of a night you probably won't remember. Waking up and digging for aspirin in your purse and coming across these little gems of photographic evidence is like winning a small fortune on the video poker machines. I tried to buy the classless and tacky little toilets by themselves, but the bartender told me they were rights of passage only offered to the brave who chugged themselves a mind-numbing concoction of "Ass Juice". Fine. I took the bait and ordered two. Not both for myself, I mean it's not like I have an alcohol infused death wish or anything. I made my poor boyfriend take the second one. I've hung my head in many a toilet, but I've never sipped from one, I can proudly say. Until now. It was sickly sweet and I regretted it before I even put the little porcelain devil to my lips. Shortly after ruining my life with that shot, I am ashamed to say I don't remember much else. I tried to blame a roofie someone slipped me, there are some shady looking people wandering around there, but my best friend reminded me that I'm just a lighweight drinker with heavyweight aspirations. Woke up the next morning safely in our hotel. No one remembered how we got back, but apparently my boyfriend blacked out for the first time ever in the 27 years of his life, his irish genes ashamed, and wandered off into the night. But wouldn't you believe the first thing I saw the next morning were the two remnants of my crap(er) decision. Oh well. You live, you learn, and you drown your sorrows (and hangover) in the buffet line. read more

As much as I love the glitz and the glam and the pampering of the 5 star studs on the Vegas strip at the end of the day I am just as equally, if not more equally, a beer and hot dog girl as I am steak and wine. And when the sun sets if I have my druthers you will find my happy ass in a dive bar drinking Irish whiskey on the rocks and listening to some metal band shredding on their guitar. At Double Down Saloon that bar stool may be covered in some unidentifiable sticky substance but that's okay. This is my FAVORITE BAR IN LAS VEGAS. #1. Numero Uno. First Place. The Winner. When your cab driver pulls you up to the Double Down don't fret thinking that you've arrived at some seedy strip club just because you see the blinking bulb lights and strip shopping center. No, you won't get raped in the parking lot. Double Down is just a good ole' classy dive bar. Even though Double Down books some fab local and regional rock bands they never charge a cover. Inside the interior is dark, smoky (only major downside is that it is legal to smoke inside in Vegas and the circulation is poor in here) and stuffed with people. Locals go here, and when I say locals I mean the tatted up crowd, the misfits, the Bettie Page look-a-like ladies. Double Down Saloon invented the bacon martini and their signature drink known simply as "Ass-Juice". They keep the ass juice in an empty plastic milk carton. It is deep purple in color and sweet tasting. They can't tell you what's in it because they would have to kill you so don't ask. Like all dive bars you have the staples like a worn out photo booth and jukebox filled to the brim with amazing music, and of course being Vegas you also have video slot machines. My next trip to Vegas will involve a show at The Joint at the Hard Rock which is located just a couple of blocks away, so I can be sure to visit Double Down again. What a great combination that will be. read more

Ranking a self-proclaimed dive bar is a tough proposition. Do they earn stars for being divier? Or instead, for bordering the edge gracefully? I am not sure if I know the answer, but my consideration here is dive bar vs dive bar. Clearly this is no comfy lounge, and yes, it has an odd sour smell. I did not make it to the bathroom, so I have no information on its cleanliness. However, it was not too smoky on the night I went, so for a dive bar that was a welcome surprise. Other nice touches include a photo booth and cheap pool. To me that says,"Hey, we care." As for drinks, I had a very reasonably priced Rolling Rock and a sip of Ass juice. To me, the Ass juice tastes like a grapefruit flavored girly drink. Not horrible really, but I wouldn't drink it regularly. I did not try the bacon martini. I rolled in with a rather large group, so it is plausible that I was oblivious to the service. There is power in numbers. Still, from what I could tell the bartenders were chill. I didn't sense that I was not welcome despite the fact that I was decked out in a hot pink dress with white lace gloves and some killer blue eyeshadow. As true dive bars go, I think this one is solid. Dive bars might not really be my scene, but I can appreciate it. Plus, did I mention they have a photo booth? read more

Placed adjacently at the edge, facing away from the cities "fruit loop" you will discover an imaginary shithole-in-the-wall that can only be known as the Double Down Saloon. What could this be? You think when you enter the somewhat pain in the ass parking lot, which will be full any weekend night. *Don't worry they open up the lot to the south of it, weekends.* Which is kind of a pain in the ass to get to if you don't know where it is also. Well, when you finally step foot onto the parking lot a sign reading "The happiest place on Earth" above the name fiendishly monikers your apprehension. There will be much doubt of that when you notice the constant overflow of dreg patrons suckling down tobacco products and leaning leering and laughing outside it's doors. The crowd may consist of tattered denim clad twitchy belching Mohawks of all variants & distinctive colours. There could be corset adorned Gothic fairies prancing in all black. You may spot a cuff jean'd greaser with a t-shirt, a pomp & the stink-eye (that would have been me). Maybe even a sports bar bag of douche or a group of slumming rich kid yuppie fucks. Either way this murky watering hole is like the Serengeti for the not too skittish creatures of Las Vegas. If you can muster the cojones to show your I.D. to the giant burly bouncers seated by the door. After you pass this test of courage you realize that, that's all there was to it. If you are used to punk rock scenes than you will fit like a glove. If not, then this will be a good induction of it for you. The bartenders will bust yer balls. The jukebox is a golden goose and the bathrooms are frightening. Everyone has to mention that the place is sticky. Yeah, well so is yer mom! You will have no constituency or compass of etiquette here. The only rule would be.. You make a mess you clean it. Whether it be puke, words or in the mosh pit. The women are vulgar, the men are sadistically nihilistic. No one gives a shit about your six digit income or what you do or where you come from. For this is the final outlet of the old wild west. A saloon updated to accept not the cowboys & injuns, but the outlaws of today's society. The drinks are cheap and don't order anything too fancy either. You come here for the signature drinks and to get drunk & listen to punk rock. The jukebox is my personal favorite. Old Vegas Rat Pack surf punk new punk psychobilly rockabilly! The walls have lowbrow surrealistic murals that are thickly painted over a quarter inch thick from the 2 decades of punk rock revelry. The bathroom has no lock for the boys. The pisser is close enough to the toilet that with no separator as a splash guard, you don't want to take a shit here, basically. Every show and live act that has played here at the Double Down is & always will be FREE. They have much more than punk rock bands for entertainment. There's Surf music, rockabilly, hard rock, metal, abstract jazz, live sideshow acts, etc. Order up an Ass Juice from "the Ass Juice toilet" 15$ and you have yourself a miniature ceramic toilet shot glass that adorns the "Double Down Ass Juice" on it, with a surprise in the bottom. It's a tiny sculpted turd, that made me soo happy to find! In fact, that pretty much sums up this place for me. "The Double Down Saloon is a tiny sculpted turd that makes me soo happy!" Yeah! Have a drink, toss some bucks in the Juke and see why sir Bourdain names this the top bar in Vegas. read more

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Honestly, I do like this place. It's awesome. It's everything I want and love in a bar. It's no-nonsense, dive-y, stank nasty greatness! Very chill environment. I'm used to bars like this, because there are a smattering of 'em like this one all over Minneapolis. Over here, people are like, "Oh wow! A punk bar! Ooooo, lookie!" Where as I was all like, "Oh yeah. I feel at home in this place." haha. I decided to try the Graveyard Special, not fully reading the sign to notice it was only during "graveyard hours" you got the "special" for $5. FACEPALM. I felt like a ginormous DERP, but ordered it anyway at the normal $7 price. The (awesome and very attentive might I add) bartender brings out a can-o-Hamms, a shot of "ass juice" and a mini slim jim. ALLRIGHT! It was damn good too. The ass juice is actually quite tasty, despite the name. It was pretty awkward at one point though, because my two gay loves had never been to a bar like this. So they continuously were embarrassing me by pointing at all the inappropriate things they saw, reading every poster and sign on the wall OUT LOUD, and giggling hysterically. *Sigh* So please people. Don't bring friend's here who can't handle stuff like that! Take it from me. Moving on, I genuinely love this bar because it reminds me of home. Also, they have bands that stop by to play shows. Looking forward to coming back to see one! There was one thing that did bother me, and that's why they are missing a star. I didn't personally witness it, but my friend's boyfriend brought it to my attention. There was a transgender man that walked in and according to him, some of the regulars were making fun of the guy. Really? You're in the "fruit loop." Get over it. That's just not cool. I seem to remember not long ago that hanging out in a punk bar or having your knuckles, face or neck tattooed automatically meant your were a low-life, ex-con or uneducated. I don't like getting judged or people making rude comments to me about my tattoos, so that sort of thing really bugs me. read more

The house drink at the Double Down is "Ass Juice". Ass Juice is a two experience experience. 1) Drinking it: Looks kinda dark and has a rather different flavor. Maybe this is what ass is supposed to taste like, maybe not. To me, it tastes like Jagermeister, Prune Juice, and Vicks Formula 44. 2) Being it. After a few AJ's, you may start wondering if you're acting like an ass. The next morning, you may start being convinced that you were acting like an ass. The convincing may come from your own recollection, but it may come from the recollection of others. The Double Down is a stone's throw or two from the Hard Rock. It is in a strip mall, which is pretty typical for a lot of non casino attractions in LV. It features black walls that are graffitied, a collection of bras hanging from the ceiling, and what I like to refer to as "pea soup smoke". It is fucking thick in there. As for the non alcoholic entertainment, they have two pool tables and a great jukebox that is long on the Black Flag, Dead Kennedy's, etc. The Double Down is an excellent "palette cleanser" between courses of Chihuly glass, water shows, over priced dinners, $10 blackjack, and $14 Martinis. read more

Now that I am a local, I thank the stars that a friend of mine directed me here years ago on my very first Vegas trip. Ive never come back without visiting, and now I live a mile away. It is what it is. It is a loud fucked up mess of a place and we like it that way. More than once I have stumbled across a great band on accident. The drink price is reasonable, and there is never a cover. On my first trip there I made friends with 2 off duty strippers. I saw a midget in there once. I can always count on cute billy chicks in polka dotted dresses. If this isnt your thing, dont give it a shit review. You dont see me posting a review from fucking PURE do you? Take your ed hardy shit and go back home. read more

The DDS is one of the few places in Vegas to see great rock, punk and metal bands in an intimate setting--plus the beer/drinks are reasonably priced!!! The stage is pretty tiny, so the drums are about all that fits, which brings the band right onto the dancefloor, which turned into a good-natured moshpit on this particular evening. Another good thing: the show started on real rock 'n' roll time, at about 10:45, and ended around 3am or so. That doesn't even happen in NYC much anymore. This past weekend, I and my Reality Check TV cast checked the reality of our good friends SHE WOLVES from NYC, who were on a short West Coast Tour to support their 'ENJOY DAMNATION' cd/ep. There were some other killer bands like SADDLE TRASH and PISS POPS on the bill as well, and it was friggin' FREE ADMISSION on a Saturday nite, of all things! SHE WOLVES busted out some new and recent tunes, as well as a few choice nugs from Dava SheWolf's previous band, CYCLE SLUTS FROM HELL, including their classic "I Wish You Were a Beer" anthem, where both my co-host DDDanny and myself joined in on the choruses! She Wolves have played both my and Danny's birthday parties in the past, one in SF, and the other in NYC, and both have been memorable affairs. Check 'em out at myspace.com/shewolves for more info... read more

Being on the best of yelp list, I had to try this place. And here is my review. Where do I start? Oh yes!...... Are you f****** serious?!! The only thing I get from this place is that my chances of becoming a yelp elite are very close to zero. Apparently I have no taste or sense to appreciate anything in this place as 99 % of members here do. or I must have missed the memo: let's take the worst joint in Las Vegas and make it number one! Thank's guys for the recommendation! And for those who tried the bacon martini because you have to try everything at least once, don't forget to try the sausage driver, or the ham daiquiri. And for the ass juice? Please don't get me started with that! Excuse me now, While i finish my beer.....inside the photo booth. read more

We heard about the Double Down, ironically, from a Tony Bourdain show, where he visited it for a brief moment while in Vegas. This just may be the king, the grand-daddy, the papi of all dive bars. It is fantastically dirty, with graffiti, stickers, and cheap "treasures" festooned all over the walls, I had a dildo dangling uncomfortably close to my head that I dubbed the "Dildo of Damocles". And then there was Wade. Wade deserves his own paragraph. Wade is a friendly fellow, who grabs your hand to shake it and never. lets. go. Until he makes sure he gets his point across, which takes a considerable amount of time because he was apparently colossally drunk by the time we got there at about 4pm on a Monday. But, drunk as he was, he was sharp enough to crack a few jokes at our expense - "Where did your son go to college?" "Do you think I could remember that if I couldn't remember that I lived in Hayward?!" and other zingers. Wade really brought the room together. And the drinks. After all the overcharging and glitzy excess of Vegas, there's something comforting about a Jaeger-based drink called Ass Juice that only sets you back $3, the bacon martini, and most any cheap beer you could ask for. Now, as a veggie, I couldn't exactly order the bacon martini, but I wasn't about to let them in on that fact 'cause I probably would have been thrown out right then and there. We were treated about halfway through our visit when with great '70s-'80s porn on the telly with a peeping tom checking out some ladies gettin' it on. Because, you know, if you peep into a house you will most likely see some lesbian sex. I know it because the movies told me so . . . and watching porn in a dive bar is just about as good as it gets . . . as long as there are other ladies there, which there were. The bartender is great, very welcoming, and makes you feel like you just walked into the friendliest pit in all of Vegas, which you pretty much just did. A must-see if you can hang in a dive bar. And if you can't, please ignore the "add as a friend" button on the left . . . read more

Going off the strip in Vegas can be a little daunting if you have no clue where you're going but once you get to your location it's all good. Double Down Saloon, says it's a dive bar and it behaves like one. Loud and raunchy. Drinks are dive quality and the people are there to misbehave loudly. Am I getting too old for Dives? No, not quite. To have a good time we had to turn it up a bit, nothing cheap whiskey won't make happen. The bathrooms are just like the pictures which is disgusting and comforting all at once. Also it seemed up until this point this was the only bar that wasn't blasting that Daft Punk song. read more

My favorite bar in Vegas hands down. They have Fernet, High life, rad bartenders and a kick ass jukebox. Met some really cool people here this weekend. Oh, the drinks are cheap too. I will for sure be making the Double Down a mandatory stop every time I am in L.V. read more

Giving this place a better rating than this would be an insult to this place. I spent some time here a while back. It was my spot for two years. Dark times... As others have said, it is not for the faint at heart. Do not go here expecting an enlightening cultural experience. You remember that episode of No Reservations when Bourdain was here and he looked scared? He probably really was, and he was probably a little sad too. It's hard to enter this place and not feel the bitter tinge of sadness at what humanity has become and what it can stoop to at any moment. My experiences here range from waiting for a six foot blond who introduced herself as the "Paris Hilton of Salt Lake City" to finish her lines on the counter in the mens bathroom so I could wash up (why wash, really?), to watching Freddy Krueger officiate a fat and drunken wedding on stage, to meeting my future wife for a pre-date drink. This place is the diviest dive bar to ever have dared to dive. It's filthy, decrepit, and full of losers and wannabes. Definitely a must see. And the Ass Juice? Just don't. I don't care what kind of peer pressure you're under. Trust me, you don't want to fit in here anyway. read more

I swear the record player came to a screetching halt ... sssscrraatch, as we walked into this place, just in time for breakfast (hey, they have hot dogs and slim jims). I had to first adjust my eyes to the blinding darkness, and make sure we weren't gonna get our asses kicked and told "yer not from 'round these parts, are ya?". Although, at this time of day, the place was sparsely filled with definite regulars getting their drink and gamble on, the bartender was nice enough to us strangers. This really seems like the kind of place where the regulars go in the day, and everyone else is welcome at night. Where most people wouldn't know any of the selections on the juke box, therefore they give up, as to not piss off the regulars. Where you can get any drink from a bacon martini, to ass juice, to a graveyard trifecta... consisting of a can of Schlitz, ass juice and a slim jim for $5 (only from 2am to 10am)...so, we just missed breakfast. read more

I was enlightened by Anthony Bourdain to the existence of Ass Juice. I knew one day I'd get my own ass to the Double Down. Our second day in Vegas, I had eyes on the infamous bacon martini. I had to take one for the team. I had to experience "the happiest place on earth" because people, for me it ain't Disney. Upon walking in, I knew I wanted to just pull up a stool and soak it all in. The place was dim, dark, dirty, grungy, smelled like stale beer cans, wasted dreams, quarters and careers. The bathroom was a literal feast for the eyes, toilet paper on the chain link behind you and all. I must have sat in there for about 10 minutes just reading the walls. My personal favorite? "I have a spiffy beaver" I had a shot of ass juice waiting for me while Joe sipped a Schlitz. "Sipped a Schlitz"...not a pretty sound. Not a pretty sight. The juice went down fast, and I can only imagine the need for sugary puke insurance. Thankfully, I knew I wouldn't be there long enough. I then went for the martini. I swore I heard someone say "bong water martini" from the peanut gallery in the corner, but who cares. I ordered it, I drank it, and i even saw the bottle of bacon. I don't think i need to drink it again, although, I was intrigued by the notion of a bacon bloody mary. "It's like an alcoholic BLT!" the bartender bragged. We liked him. We made a friend at the bar. I'll call him "Wade". Apparently, according to other patrons, the only reason Wade was still around was because "the grave diggers were on strike!" He was a harmless fellow, who spouted obscenities, told Joe he had a lot of nerve bringing me to a place like this, and then slobbered on my hand once he realized it was I who chose the bar. What can I say? I'm a classy gal. Hobos love me. I could go on. The 70s soft porn on the tv, the punk rock, Wade, the bacon etc..but there were other adventures to be had in Vegas. It's probably a good thing I couldn't stay too long, but I'll be back next time I'm in town. read more

The anti-Vegas. Plain and simple the best dive bar ever. What makes it so great is that its in Vegas and its the dirtiest, dankest, hole in the wall there is. A house drink called ass juice, which I am sure is watered down robitussin, with vodka added. $2 Newcastles Worlds best jukebox Asteroids arcade game One time three lovely ladies decided they wanted to show me their tatas, and what lovely tatas they were! And yes Jen L.; Bourdain was there, thats a deal seal. Every time a cabbie drops me off I hear the same thing "Good luck", that's classic! Very important, from what I have noticed of DD, the motto is drink all you want, have as much fun as you want, however, the second your an asshole your out and out quick. As well it should be. read more