Champagne's Cafe

How could I NEVER have written a review of Champs?!?!

Champagne's Café has always been there for me it's original operating status, a rarity. It's been a workhorse on my liver since the first days I came to Vegas. Not like Hofbrauhaus drunk, but- wow, I need to yelp on that, too! CC is near my first Vegas ghetto apartment on Twain, now featuring bars on all the tenants doors! I was over 4 decades late of the swank celebrity resident days.

How could I not have gone in the last time I was in the neighborhood?

I was actually scared the first time I drank there. It was in the afternoon and it had the old boys in their drinking their monthly check away, trying to haul the royal that will win the last few months back. Grissled Robert Duvall types, you know what I'm saying? It was enough to not make me go back for awhile and discover 2 other of my faves nearby, Madison and Rascal's.

The next time I was there was at night. The thing I love about Vegas bars is that at night you can see 20-30 somethings and the bar still isn't considered a college or hipster bar. People vacation and then move here to drink during those magical decades, before adult financial obligations take over or perhaps to create them.

4 years later, I was happy when Dave Attell discovered this bar on his Insomniac show. Where the hell was I? Working? Passed out in some other bar? So close.

The red velvet walls. I want them plastered in every place I've ever lived. I wanted that pattern to be in every vehicle I've ever owned. I have taken pictures for background with every cell phone I've had. I want my coffin lined with that. Egh, I'm against coffins.

They have 2 beers on tap: PBR and mouth watery Honey Brown draft. I remember when they had 1. And what before that? I heart that the taps are just in the middle of an empty wall with a little drain under it. No, nothing else can go here, this is the draft beer altar. Thank you.

I don't remember when, a common saying of bar recollections, but I came here to chase a few First Fridays. I remembered I didn't live nearby anymore and it wasn't convenient from downtown. So it had to have been for a woman, sad I can't remember her. That good a bar.

On one of the karaoke nights I think I discovered they had food. They had a table set up buffet style with some beef soaking in marinade to make sandwiches & such. Amazing what you do remember when starving. They also had chicken and I think burgers and other goodies on other nights.

I've been to many, many bars in Vegas. Many. And some bars I couldn't imagine living around. Just not that exciting, or over hyped or I just went thru some embarrassing shit failing to get some vag worship there. Champagne's is a bar I'll always be proud to have as a home base hangout bar. I got to respect, appreciate and even miss those old afternooners.

Remember when I said I didn't go in the last time I was in the neighborhood? I lied. Nights later I went the HELL BACK IN and soaked in it's victorious juices.

One of the things I saw on face book and almost forgot about until I saw it was a GLORIOUS Champagne's Café tee shirt. Bought one instantly just as I nudged my beer enough to spill on the video poker. Instantly my shirt became a zamboni, which is what. makes. a bar shirt possible!

At the end of the week, I did laundry to wash the stank off my clothes. I decided to not wash 2 articles of clothing: my Champagne's Café shirt to preserve whatever magical microscopic forces we as humans aren't meant to understand yet. The other, a jacket that played a pivotal role in my last trip to Dino's. But that's a theatrical carny ride of a review for another time.

cool lil spot, hecka crowded, had to circle around for parking, but once inside it was awesome.  Even sang a song (horribly) will still go back!

This place took me back to my midwest roots of bars . . . a great talkative bartender . . . great local regulars who weren't afraid to get into a conversation with you.

Had the bartender suprize me with my drink . . . DON"T LAUGH . . . a "White Gummy Bear" . . . not sure what was in it, but it was a great tasty drink to end the afternoon partion of the dive bar tour.

I will definately be back on future tour to Las Vegas . . . if for nothing else to see the Karoake.