When on the annual camping/fishing trip with the boys to Wolf Creek, this place is clutch during those long, hot, dusty days.
On it's own, is this this BEST bar in America? Â No. Â But it is such a perfect place to stop off and wet your whistle with a beer and burger. Â Our bartenders and servers are always in good spirits and live music can be found on the weekends. Â Look for the Alaskan Ale, or......... the fully stocked liquor inventory... you will find a way to cool yourself off.
Bonus points:
All of our side of plain fries were combined to make the chubbiest cheesy bacon-nator gorge fest, all compliments of the kitchen via convincing of our server. Â Rock on!
Digging the Joe Louis/Max Baer newspaper clippings in the bathroom.
DEAN!
This is what bars in Tahoe should be all about. Â Small place and you can really get to know everyone. Â We have a cabin in the area and this quickly became our 'go-to' spot.
Awesome people, bartenders, and clientele. Â Live music on Saturday nights and I think I saw a karaoke machine in the corner.
Our 11-person group stopped here for lunch on the way home from seeing fall color at June Lake and Mono Lake. 89 was the only Sierra pass open and it was pouring rain all the way, and the Cutthroat was a refreshing lunch stop. Larger restaurant menu than you'd think for a location this remote, but it's the only game in town for miles and miles. Friendly helpful staff.
I heard it used to have zillions of bras hanging from the ceiling, but alas, they're all gone, must be the new owners who frou-froued up the place. Lots of great old photos of local people and scenes. The bras would have been fun...oh well.
This WAS the best small town bar in California hands down. Having both worked there & played there I know first hand the fun you can have with the Locals & tourists in a bar like the Cutthroat.
I left Silicon Valley 25 years ago to help my father who owned a business in Markeleeville I left my  friends behind to find a new life in the Sierras. My first visit to the Alpine Inn as its known in Mville was to celebrate my 21st birthday day. It was here that I met my best friend " Butch" the owner's Mario & Marilyn Generelli two personalities bigger than the town, Oh and their dog Sheba. The place dripped of history, the Alpine Inn was actually torn down board by board brought from Silver City and rebuilt In Mville.
The first thing you remember is the underwear & bras on the ceiling, all sizes types shapes and alike. The deal was if a female got on top of the bar, removed ALL clothing items tacked her garments on the ceiling she would get a free t-shirt. Imagine the locals faces when they walked in on that! every year the Lady's of the "throat" would have to take them down and wash em. Put em back up I think there have was about 750.
Mario was a real cartoon in real life, he was 5.5, Italian, with a handle bar mustache and drove a cady! He was the first super Mario! Every year on his bday he would have a huge potluck for the town & bikers. The town would be filled with about 2,000 bikers from all over, there to celebrate Mario's bday. And man did they celebrate.
I lived in markleeville for 5 years, miss the small town some, but miss the Cutthroat a bit more, I met some life long friends there, fished the streams & rivers, hiked and camped all over Alpine county. The Throat is gone, shuffle board sold, bar torn out, underwear in the trash, thousands of thousands of pictures thrown away, the deer head long gone! no more free beer! no more tourists to laugh at.
Mario passed away, Marilyn is on an island retired, love the place miss it a ton, My liver is the only one Happy.
The bar is gone all we have is memory's
Had many o' fond memories in this "don't-close-till-no-one-is-left" small-town bar. Sure, it's in Markleeville - population of 948 - but the town folk are sure damn nice. One of the fondest memories was the night my friends and I all played quarters after a long day of snowboarding. We played for at 3-4 hours straight, the bartender's husband even joined us and bought pitchers of beer to keep the night of quarters going, then end of the night we all went back to our cabin for our introduction to some mango/pepper smirnoff (definitely an acquired taste!) compliments of the bartender and husband, whom I might add were from Alaska and had complained to us that Markleeville was too crowded for them! This place brings in a lot of locals, whom are game if you want to get into a debacle over who was the best drummer of all time or if you just want to sing a little karaoke for them. Overall, great atmosphere, great people and great booze, which all sums up to a bueno tiempo :) It's become a tradition to make a stop at Cutthroat every winter and every snowboard weekend. Hands down. Awesome if you're here to drink up.
Review Source:I went into this restaurant to get dinner before the Death Ride, a very important meal for me for the next days' ride. Â When I say the service and food was bad, I mean they redefined a low that I didn't think was possible.
I ordered the ribeye (baked potato, veggies came with) not difficult or time consuming to prepare and a glass of milk. Â There were 3 or four other tables also occupied at various stages of dinner service, so not busy. Â
My wife's dinner came and she finished it. Â Did I mention she is a very slow eater! Â Still nothing for me. asked for my milk another 15 mins or so. Â 1.5 hours later, after asking for my dinner I overheard the waitress (if you could call her that) say "if they don't like it they can go somewhere else". Â When I did finally get my dinner, the steak was raw, the veggies where oily, burnt and stunk like rancid oil, but the baked potato was good. Â Then the waitress said she would credit the bill... nothing and free desert... nothing. Â Wasted two hours of my life and sixty bucks, stay away from this place. Â One star is too high of a rating.
Every summer, my friend Kip and I, and carefully selected girl companions, used to take between 20 and 50 YMCA kids (13 to 17) from Palo Alto, Menlo Park and Atherton on a week long Tahoe super-adventure. Stop one was at the Sugar Pine Point on the Northside shore of Lake Tahoe where the kid-campers could roast marshmallows, cook hot dogs and make super thick choco milk. It was shady, piney-smelly and had hot showers. A huge "Yes" to camping hot showers.
Next, we drove the big yellow "Y" bus all the way over hills and bumps and windy turns to Nevada City just so they could stock up on bags of cheap candy, take pictures at the Bucket of Blood Saloon and go inside one of the many scary and dark mines. It was ALWAYS hot as blazes here so it was a huge relief to get inside one of the cafes to take the edge off after the long, sweaty ride. This was NOT an overnight stay, just a quick in-and-out. A long way in my opinion for a few quick photos but the kids loved it and their happiness made me happy too.
Our final stop was at my favorite of all, the wonderful Grover Hot Springs. This was because it was just beside Markleeville, a great little mountain town. Wonderful place with a cool country store, a 4 star restaurant and lots of fishing streams and creeks. The Hot Springs were right in the middle of THE most beautiful mountain valley that I have ever seen, you can't really describe it. Just google "Grover Hot Springs" or "Hope Valley" Â and you'll see it for yourselves.
Also, there was an amazing little bar right up the road that we just had to go to every time we visited. No danger to the kids because the girls would not want to go, so they would stay behind and it became a short boy's trip out. After the ghost stories and the hamburgers and tent-putting-up, we hustled them all to bed complaining into their little tents, sleeping bags and puff-pads. Then when they all finally slept, we, the boys, used to leave the girls the safety car in case of trouble and sneak off to visit the Cutthroat Saloon, 3 minutes away, for a fast brew and a pool game under a full summer moon.
Here is the quick sales pitch from Arthur Pines with assistance from me ...
If having a cocktail in a rough-hewn watering hole is your idea of a good time, a 20-minute drive from the Carson Valley into the mountains will bring you to a great bar. The Cutthroat Saloon, which is part of the historical Alpine Hotel, sits in the middle of Markleeville, Calif. Yea!
The Cutthroat attracts locals, mountain folk, fishermen, nature buffs, European travelers and bikers. The mix of customers can be downright varied.
When you walk into the joint, Â you can usually see bikers or locals seated at the bar sipping beer and talking to Tony, the tender of this place. Tony can be a little gruff, but that is his hospitable charm.
The L-shaped place can pack in a crowd during summer months. Ah yes, the sound of music in the mountains too. Around the corner is the free popcorn stand and shuffle board like they used to have at the Dutch Goose. Boo Goose for taking that away.
One signature feature I have yet to find anywhere else but at the Cutthroat is the 200-plus bras hanging from the ceiling. Legend has it that, on crazy nights, women freely give up their supports for prosperity, having them stapled to the ceiling. In return, they get to drink for free.
This place has a pool table, but I have rarely seen anyone use it but us as Kip and the Goose had a pool table so we were pretty good on it and used every opportunity to show off. Drinks are moderately priced $2 for domestics and $3 for microbrews and imports. Mixed drinks are about $3 to $4. Those who are hungry again can pop into the adjoining restaurant.
Don't worry, we never lost a kid, they came back year after year and all was good and fine. It is also a GREAT place to take an overnight date because of the wonderful views and scenery going and coming. Plus, the Hot Springs are really romantic. See my review of that.
How to get here (comma) you are asking? From Reno, take Highway 395 south about 50 minutes to Highway 88 West in Minden. Drive 10 or so minutes to the Woodfords junction and take a left on Highway 89 South toward Markleeville, less than 10 minutes from the junction. Altogether, it is about 70 miles to Markleeville.
So if you are looking for an adventure that will take you far from the crushing city crowd and into the real wilderness for a true life-altering experience, come and visit the Eastern Sierra's. PM me and I'll tell you an even more incredible story of a nearby valley that has old, abandoned homes with newspaper wallpaper dated from 1909. Yep, I'm not kidding either. It blew me away.
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