9845 North 2nd Street
Chloride, AZ 86431
Mohave County
Phone: (928) 565-9608
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by Alvaro R. on i went there to watch the final four and it's a cool little sports bar. We had a few drinks and the chicken strips were really good. The waitress' there are very good to look at.
by Krishna Sala on 4 stars for the bar. This is a super cool steak house, located strategically above the ever popular (and restrictive) Tenjune. We stopped by for drinks after dinner nearby and were delighted by a hip environment, stylishly decorated and full of gorgeous clientele. And if its good enough for Serena and Dan, it's good enough for me. Oddly, at 6 feet tall, I felt I was one of the tallest people there, which was peculiar but nevertheless fun for me. The dinner scene seemed a bit of a shitshow, as the booths crammed throughout were literally overflowing with their drunken patrons, and it seemed everyone was shouting to be heard. Still, for drinks the place did a great job, as the bartenders were plentiful and friendly, and there was fun music to bob your head to. I will return for a meal, but only with a lot of patience and a good mood.
by Suge K. on Friends of mine from out of town stayed here. Friends of mine who are heavily tattooed - and in the "real" way, not the "ooh, check me out, I'm a hipster, like my new tattoos?" way. These guys are rough and tough and probably know people who can have you "offed", but they likely won't. Just don't fuck with them, because they are completely capable of backing up every word they say. So this "rock-and-roll" hotel seemed like the perfect place for them. But I guess the hotel is trying to cut down on its wild image since we were preemptively warned a few times not to make noise. I guess "the skinny guy at the front desk with the shaggy blonde hair and really tight pants", as my friend insisted on calling him, was scared that this crew would get out of hand. Joke's on him - most of these guys don't even drink. What he really should have worried about were the other guests there. On a "quiet" Sunday evening, there were a few people in the pool and we were sitting nearby, enjoying some non-alcoholic refreshments and making each other laugh. And then other guests walked in. What happened next is somewhat of a mystery - one version of the story goes that the girl (we'll call her Drunk Girl) kicked some other guy's clothes into the pool, the other version is that the other guy (we'll call him Frat Boy from here on out) just went after her for no reason. Whatever the story was, what ensued was pure hilarity. The guy with Drunk Girl (Emo Boy) tries to defend her from Frat Boy. Frat Boy ends up throwing Emo Boy in the pool, jacket, shoes and all. Emo Boy comes out of the pool, soaking wet, and starts yelling at Frat Boy, calling him the "C" word, cursing him out, and making us laugh our asses off. Then there was the "scuffle", which ends with Frat Boy throwing Emo Boy on the ground - and his head hitting with a dull thud. At this point, Out of Shape Ken Doll (called so because he was swimming in his nude color boxer briefs, with the concentration on the briefs part and he had a tiny bit of a gut) gets out of the pool and tries to make peace between them. I thought I was going to pass out from laughing so hard. The scuffle ended and at this point, Emo Boy for some reason thought it was a good idea to walk up to us. At first he was indignant, as he walked up and screeched "Fuck ME? Fuck ME?". But he stopped that pretty quickly when a gentleman with a tattooed head suggested that he probably wasn't thinking clearly. Another guy in our group told him that he should have beat the shit out of Frat Boy. Emo Boy said he would have, but he was too drunk. And yet another of our group said "yeah, that's why." And Emo Boy laughed and said "yeah, and I'm little." Looks like Emo Boy had the last laugh - it appears that he stole Frat Boy's and Out of Shape Ken Doll's money and phones on the way out. Way to go, Emo Boy. I hope you don't have a concussion. And then there were the party girls in the back. There were some guys with them, but the group was mostly girls - drunk girls who couldn't see or walk straight and dressed like sluts. One of them was brave enough to walk up to our group, which was proof that she couldn't see because girls like that don't walk up to guys like this. And after our chat, I started referring to them as the Coke Sluts. The girl asked if we were with the Brazilian Party (though she couldn't say the word "Brazilian"). Of course we were (we had no idea what she was talking about). And then she told me that they were doing "bad things" in their room. Bad things? "Fun things," she replied. When I informed my friends later that the girls were doing blow, they wouldn't believe me. "You don't do a bunch of blow and walk all crooked" they said. I informed them that they hadn't met many San Francisco girls. The Coke Sluts ended up getting kicked out of their room - before 11 pm. We're still not sure why. But we could have used an extra room and the place was fully booked, so we tried to get their room at a discount, seeing as nobody else would be using it that night. Nope - we were offered it at full price, and informed that housekeeping wouldn't be available that night. A dirty room (probably covered in coke residue) for full price at 11 pm on a Sunday? No thanks. But fuck you, skinny guy at the front desk with the shaggy blonde hair and really tight pants.
