Saajin G.
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Went camping up at the Prosser Reservoir like a boss on my mountain bike, but forgot to bring water like a chump so I found myself in downtown Truckee on a Friday night in need of hydration.
First stop was the Circle K for Fiji, and suddenly I found myself needing something a little harder.
A quick Google search for local dive bars suggested that I visit the Tourist Club but I happened upon this place first and noted only three patrons present, all of them this famous California Girls.
I entered to some generic hip hop soundtrack and being an ever vigilant, highly motivated individual, I set aside my reservations and bellied up to the bar, because this is Truckee, goddamnit.
I ordered a PBR to slake my awful thirst, and wouldn't you know it, pardner, one of those pretty young maidens immediately asked to see the knife at my hip.
I was out camping, after all.
The PBR was ice cold and very delicious though I noted that they had much finer fare available on tap including offering from Deschutes Brewery (Obsidian, Mirror Pond and Fresh Squeezed if memory serves, three of my favorite brews) as well as Arrogant Bastard Ale, my very favorite, but when one has a five mile bike ride in the dark ahead of one's self, it's sometimes more prudent to stick to something a little tamer then those hardy concoctions.
I threw a couple bucks into the Internet jukebox and ordered up Lakinis Juice by Live which was a mistake, that song us much better through headphones but came back strong with L'Enfant Sauvage by Gojira and then Love Hate Love by Alice in Chains.
The bar keep gave a thumbs up to the Gojira, which is rare, my friends, so I cued up The Art of Dying followed by Blackwater Park from Opeth just as some trailhands sauntered in. No one complained, no one ran away and no one turned the volume down, and to a Metal aficionado like yours truly, that's the mark of a Good Bar.
I'll be back again, thanks for the memories!