I agreed to be the designated driver for a poet who was performing at the DDS for a tribute reading for another poet. Â With readings going on, I sat, Â listened and watched all manner of people come through the door. Â Most had a few drinks but all were respectful to what was happening. Â All around a much more pleasant vibe to be around.
Review Source:I love dive bars. Â I love everything about them. Â The atmosphere, the sketchiness, the women, the fun... it's all awesome. Â My buddy and I found ourselves here on a recommendation given to us by a casino bartender. Â Several PBRs and shot later, I don't remember much about this place other than it was a great time. Â
That, and if anyone ever buys you booty juice, it's OK to say no. Â I mean it, keep that booty juice out of your mouth. Â It's not good for you. Â It makes even the strongest guts want to vomit.
Your first time at Double Down will be awesome. Â Like, freaking awesome! Â Imagine if a malevolent wildebeest ran at you out of nowhere and you were like "uh oh...this sucks..." but at the last minute you remember that you spent those 5 months in Solvang practicing a form of echolocation and as you unleash your banshee-like cry at the homicidal ungulate running towards you, it just so happens to match a frequency which activates some odd shift in DNA and the wildebeest quickly shrinks into a despondent sea cucumber and you hate to see a sea cucumber despondent so you befriend him and call him Tango and yourself Cash and you fight crimes together and end up traveling to the home planet of Predator only to find out that all of the aliens have big zippers behind their heads and when they pull them down they reveal themselves to be Bob Hoskins doing an impression of Yosemite Sam.
That's what your first trip to Double Down will be like. Â Better drink your Olympia!
I'm a huge fan of this place. If you are looking to get away from the mess that is Vegas go here. For locals and visitors alike this is a raunchy joint where you can be yourself. Â Think punk rock meets shots called "Ass Juice". The best part is from 12 pm- 5 pm Monday - Friday this place offers $2 anything...I do not know of any other place in Las Vegas where you can find a deal like this one. If you need a day away from the office, you know where you can head.
My only complaint would be that this place gets super smokey since it is relatively small and gets crowded fast.
I am a fan of dive bars. I practically lived in them in Chicago. With that said, there are two types of dive bars: the natural and the replica. I am not knocking the replica types, but a real dive bar comes around naturally. It is opened by a no-nonsense owner who wants a place to serve a shot and a beer, have a jukebox, and have a ball game on a TV. Replicas are fine, but sometimes it feels like they are trying too hard. This place serves A$$ Juice?! Whoa that is totally crazy and IN-YOUR-FACE!!! Easy, Double Down. I get it, you are a dive bar. You do not have to thrown it in my face and drown me in your rebellious ways. With all that said, this is still a decent joint. It is dark, dank, loud, and fun. But, PLEASE, have a stall with a door that locks for the toilet in the mens room. Fun is fun, but if I have to drop a deuce, that is my own business.
Review Source:A dive bar in every sense of the word, and a damn good one! Â If you come here for the dark, dive-y ambiance, this place will deliver. Â And if you come here for the shot of "ass juice", don't come with high expectations. Â It's as ass-y as the name makes it out to be, LOL. Â BUT!... you can chase it with some good ol' PBR and enjoy a game of pool or some live entertainment. Â With the door open and the fans going the joint wasn't really as smokey as I expected. Â Great for tourists and locals alike.
Review Source: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... Â
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" Â 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. Â
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.
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.
The dive bar you love to love. Â The wall mural that reads "shut up and drink" kind of says it all. Â Tuesday nights late (around 1am) is the my favorite, a jam session featuring some of the best professional musicians in town, talent from Cirque shows and the like show up to show off their chops. Â It's pretty super duper.
Review Source:Waaaay over rated.Getting 2 stars ONLY cause I have friends that work there & local support...somewhat.
It used to be sooo good in the 90's..I guess everything was though. lol
Bartenders think their shit don't stink. (and I'm a Bartender, so I have extra patience) SERVICE STINKS!
At least the Security Guards are NOT DICKS! (which is usually the opposite). I gave this place several chances because of the bands that play there deserve support. IF Advising visitors to pass! TOO many other REAL LOCAL HANG OUTS, within walking distance too.
The Double Down is a cool, unique, funky place. You never know what you are going to run into there. On any average night there are bikers, punks, frat guys, and  regular boring people too. It isn't your typical bar, but you can always count on having fun.
I also like it because there is always a local band playing. It is important to support local music, so they have my vote for that. Â If you are lucky enough to catch Ubershall playing, you are in for a treat. They are actually comprised of the band members from Blue Man Group who just go to jam. It is crazy fun to watch them do their thing.
If you are brave, you can try a shot of Ass Juice as well. It never tastes the same because it is always a weird mix of left over bar stuff, but it is fun to just go for it. You only live once, right?
Don't go expecting anything fancy. It is a dive bar, but it has a lot of heart. Give this place a shot and try something new. You just may like it!
Not for the faint of heart. Â My buddy overdressed for the occasion to watch a "Thrash" band play some garage metal, a midget serving shots on the bar with a half-handle, A$$-juice and some sketchy "Bacon Martini". Â Lots of bikers outside, and a legion of locals skeetering around out in the streets. Â For those who aren't familiar with Vegas, there are three realms where people go. Â "The Strip", "Fremont Street" and everything "Off the Strip".
The locals typically hangout everywhere "Off the Strip", free of tourists, families, free of bachlor and bachlorette parties, and of course where all the fun and flavor really is... Â
It's probably the closest place on Earth that I would liken to the Mos Eisley cantina.
The Seediest Dive Bar of the Day . . . but everyonse needs one of these every once in a while . . . and this is one is definately worth the trip.
Olympia Beer . . . High School Memories abound . . . A$$ Juice . . . The signiture drink, and suprizingly, it was really pretty good . . . And another group of locals bought me a Bacon Martini, not really good, but FREE is FREE.
Definitely what most people would think of when asked to discribe a Dive Bar . . . DON"T CHANGE . . . this is one of those guilty pleasures and you need take in evey now and then to remind you of your youth.
Simply the best "dive-bar" in Vegas. Â Punk rock on the jukebox, great live music, superb and unusual drinks and interesting sights all the time. Â Not for the faint-hearted or smoke-allergic, this icon of the Vegas punk rock scene remains one of the coolest spots in town. Â Almost every time I have hung out here there has been an interesting story to tell. Â Hell yes!
Review Source:I've been here twice. Once long ago in 2008 or 2009, then again in March 2013. It's fairly small and intimate place.
PROS:
-Love the style and ambiance, underground
-Drinks: ass juice, leprechaun piss, Tom Collins were all delicious and reasonably priced
-Bartender was nice and quick
-Jukebox was filled with great tunes
CONS:
-Parking lot is a tad small for the place, had to park across the street - but at least they have a crosswalk
We will definitely return another time!
This is a self proclaimed "dive bar", but once you walk in, all doubts become realty. My last visit to DD was probably ten years ago, and just as I had hoped, it remained unchanged. Dark, dirty, smokey, and loud. I'm not describing my last girlfriend, but merely the perfect dive bar. The only other of its kind ,was the legendary "Moby Grape," which closed its doors on Tropicana & Maryland pkwy in 1990. Bumper stickers for wallpaper, bands that go on at midnight, and an indescribable smell, are only part of its dysfunctional charm. The drink specials alone, are well worth the trip. Happy hour is over at 5pm, and all drinks are two bucks. The Graveyard Special Trifecta is a beer, shot, and Slim Jim. Need i say more ?! Parking sucks, but the bathrooms are entertaining as hell. Who put the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker in the urinal ?
Did I mention one vending machine, and a photo booth ? Old school TVs playing Asian mud wrestling videos, and the perfect juke box. I heard the Ramone's back to back with Louie Prima. Beers were ice cold, and we were having fun. Go here, and put the "Ultra Lounge" bullshit on hold for a while. I'll be back for more.
Great job, DD. Don't go changing to please me..
Took my boyfriend to the Double Down this past weekend after I talked it up on the drive out there. We got there pretty early and secured a seat at the bar. I had an awesome conversation with the guy next to me. Depsite the dark and dirty feel everyone is the place was cool and nice. We met some Brits on vacation and I noticed they were drinking Olympia beer, which my mom said was her beer when she was a youngster. Had the ass juice shot and my boyfriend and I had a good laugh over the bass statue with the enormous dildo hanging out of it's mouth. Cheap drinks and an amazing jukebox.
Review Source:"Happiest Place on Earth" according to the bar itself and Anthony Bourdain.
My boyfriend and I came here to check this place out after seeing it on No Reservations.
It's definitely a local spot and it's fun. Super divey. There's a stage... the music was way too loud for me when I went there.
I ordered the ass juice that Bourdain tried. It literally looks like ass juice. It doesn't taste as bad as it looks though. It's super potent though. Drinks are pretty cheap and it's just a fun place to just hang out. Definitely felt like an outsider though.
It's a local spot.. and I found myself here in all my vegas attire glory one wee new years morning.
Total dive bar with utter funk odor running through. Â But you must embrace it. Embrace this unique spot with a menu of drunks that will easily bring you back to the mysterious jungle juice they served at college house parties out of big blue and red coolers... embrace it.
It will definitely give you a different vibe of vegas.
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.
This place is the poster child for punk rock dives everywhere. Having moved here from Orange County, CA I'd been looking for a good-ole-boy-down-and-dirty saloon that I could go to for good music, kick-ass patrons and cheap drinks. I'll admit; when I first pulled up I thought I was going to get shanked with a broken beer bottle and left for dead. It was a little sketchy but, thanks in part to a friends enthusiastic recommendation, I said f' it and went in.
This is not your downtown bar. This is not your strip bar. This is not your art district bar. This is your piss, booze and rock'n'roll bar. First thing I noticed was Black Flag blaring over the loud speakers and the homemade signs advertising their signature drinks. What are they? Oh among others Ass Juice (served with a twinkie) and Bacon Martini. There were a few more but personally Ass Juice was my favorite...and tastiest (don't ask me what was in it....fruity and strong).
Wallpaper is substituted with stickers and graffiti. The jukebox is nothing short of amazing (Clash, Black Flag, Toy Dolls, Adicts, etc...) and the bartenders are friendly and attentive. They've got pool tables with worn bumpers and a stage in the corner (no shows the night I went but i can only assume the bands there are loud and fast). Prices are more than fair and the selection of drinks were spot on. Luckily for me it's on the other side of town otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd be there every night.
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.
The Double Down is perhaps the biggest F**K YOU to the Las Vegas Strip that I came across. Â
It took about a day or two before I got tired of the whole Strip scene and I found myself asking cashiers, bartenders, waitresses, etc (the locals) of a good dirty dive bar within proximity that served cheap booze and loud music that sounded nothing like LMFOAF and NIcky MInaj. All signs pointed to the Double Down.
Thats what this bar is, the Anti-Strip. Its dirty, its sleazy, its loud and when the jukebox isnt blasting some punk song, a live band is taking care of making noise.
Do not expect high heels, tribal tattoos, Ed Hardy, or the wealthy high-rolling Cristal sipping alter egos of people actually making 30K back home in the real world. Its fun to escape reality while in Vegas for a while, but this bar makes sure to put you right in check.
This place sucks besides the free punk shows.
I am banned from this venue for nothing. I supposedly piss off the old fat ogre bouncer with ass hair for a beer.
Drinks are over priced and security are douche bags.
only reason this place has fame is because free shows and anthony bourdain
Yay for Double Down!! Â
It was a quiet Monday night when I finally got to hit up the infamous Double Down... The last night of my honeymoon trip.. we figured, why not stay up all night drinking before an early flight home. Â So Double Down hit the spot perfectly. Â
I was intrigued by the Ass Juice drink and bought several for myself and hubs, along with other drink varieties and shots... I got pretty sloshed. Â
The DJ (the jukebox was down for the night) came up to us to take requests and played the best of the best punk rock! Â I was the only fool dancing around singing to Bro Hymn at 2 in the morning but it was a moment I'll never forget. Â
I love the decor... stickers on every inch of the wall. Â I loved the signs... "if you throw up, you clean up" Â "Shut up and drink" Â etc. Â And the photo booth just topped it all off!! Â I was so drunk my eyes are pretty much closed in all the photos I appear in... but I will keep these souvenirs forever! Â It happened in Vegas, yo!
The TV above the bar was playing some weird cartoon the whole time, which was pretty cool for moments of dizziness. Â :)
I saw a review that said they don't take credit cards... but they took ours.
We visit Vegas often enough that Double Down will soon become a regular spot for us. Â I am so excited to have hit up one of the legendary punk dive bars!
I think this is the dive bar I've been waiting for my entire life.
I'm a punk kid and I was eagerly searching for a place where my studded/patched vest didn't make me stick out like a sore thumb in Vegas and I was waiting for the day during my entire trip that I'd get to go to Double Down. Â I finally got to and I was one happy camper.
The DJ was blasting Minor Threat and 7 Seconds when we walked in which was already a great start, and he came up to us and said he took requests which we quickly obliged. Â I downed 4 shots of Ass Juice, which is surprisingly good (a grape-tasting concoction) and it put me in the proper mood. Â A bunch of random strangers of literally every variety came up and congratulated the wife and I on getting married, except for the couple next to us who ran off to the bathroom to have sex. Â Dammit, they beat us to it. Â
I want to pick this place up and drop it literally everywhere I travel. Â There's nothing else in the world like Double Down. Â Loud, fast, fun. Â The only way to enjoy life.
You should know what you are getting into.
Double Down is a fun, wild, filthy punk rock bar. You will love it. For locals, it is one of the leading live music venues. For tourists, it is an iconic landmark.
THE DO NOT TAKE CREDIT CARDS
Any they will politely point you to the ATM machine if you try to pay with one.
Be sure to grab a t-shirt and a PRB & Beef Jerky special.
Fuck & Yes.
The "shut up and drink" wall inspires me for once in my life to listen to directions without question or hesitation. Â The Bacon Martini tastes like a horrible decision, but sometimes you just have to drink things just to say you did. Â The music is always good and the guys in the bands make for some pretty decent eye candy. Â Not that I'm looking or anything. Â
The bathroom is...well...a dirty bar bathroom. Â Drink enough and it won't matter.
The photobooth is a wonderful momento of a night you probably won't remember. Â 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. Â
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". Â Fine. Â I took the bait and ordered two. Â Not both for myself, I mean it's not like I have an alcohol infused death wish or anything. Â I made my poor boyfriend take the second one. Â I've hung my head in many a toilet, but I've never sipped from one, I can proudly say. Â Until now. Â It was sickly sweet and I regretted it before I even put the little porcelain devil to my lips. Â Shortly after ruining my life with that shot, I am ashamed to say I don't remember much else. Â 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. Â
Woke up the next morning safely in our hotel. Â 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. Â But wouldn't you believe the first thing I saw the next morning were the two remnants of my crap(er) decision. Â Oh well. Â You live, you learn, and you drown your sorrows (and hangover) in the buffet line.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE WAITED SO LONG TO WRITE A REVIEW ABOUT THIS PLACE.
This was once my afterwork staple. The BEST happy hour in Vegas (Monday-Friday, 12-5, $2 EVERYTHING). You want beer? $2. You want Grey Goose? $2. You want Basil Hayden? THAT'S RIGHT, TWO DOLLARS. The local clientele are the usual suspects, once you go there enough you can start to fit right in. They have a killer jukebox that occasionally gets new things added and two pool tables.
ALSO, night time? Looking for something to do? Local bands and those traveling in play at 10:00pm, no charge for admission. It gets LOUD and CROWDED at night so not for those not looking to hear some loud music with some rowdy drunks.
The bartenders (Butters, Ian, Sean to mention a few) are the BIGGEST sweethearts, always in a good mood and striking up conversation. This is one of a few places I ALWAYS take friends and family visiting (which is excellent because it's a hop skip and a jump away from the airport).
They make this shot called "ass juice" that taste like candy. But WILL knock you on your rear. you don't think it's going to. So you have another. Haha be careful with those! (ALSO, YES, THOSE ARE TWO DOLLARS AS WELL ON HAPPY HOUR). Not sure if they still have them but for $10 you can get a toilet shaped shot glass with your ass juice. ANd yes. of course you need a toilet shaped shot glass.
I honestly didn't know what to expect from a "really good" dive bar; I was ready to be pleasantly surprised. It's in a strip mall with some of the ugliest and most pathetic signage I've ever seen. It's like they told the sign contractor "Here's $4.50 and your mother is a skank."
First impressions were good, no cover and the door man was reasonable enough, but then you get in and realize the place is TINY. The fire marshall sign says 158 people. They would have to be stacked three high shoulder to shoulder to get that many people in there. I had high school classes with more seating. And on a Saturday night it was just full enough that there were no seats left. The crowd seemed solid though, but no live music was around either waiting to go on, wailing, or between sets. We bailed.
If you've seen the pics here on YELP you've seen the whole bar. promise.
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