A Night Dissected

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Membership cards, cover charges, "near beer" on tap, mixed drinks with precisely one government-measured shot in each: The obstacles to limbering up in Utah can seem daunting. Which is why we love Park City's Main Street, where cheap booze, a population of skiers, and drinking laws enforced with a nudge-nudge-wink-wink make for the state's rowdiest party scene.

WASATCH BREWERY
Hop the free trolley to the east side of Main Street and refuel on beer-battered-fish tacos in front of the fermentation tanks at Wasatch Brewing Company (250 Main Street). With brews like the Polygamy Porter-"Why have just one?"-it's obvious Utah's first brewery still delights in tweaking local sensibilities.

THE NO NAME SALOON
Dimly lit and noisy, The No Name Saloon (447 Main Street) might not make a great first impression-its decor tends toward Christmas lights and toboggans. But after playing a few games of tabletop shuffleboard and sipping a few house specials-fresh-squeezed orange juice cut with your choice of top-shelf vodka-you'll settle in.

RINGO
Need a break from the secondhand smoke? Slip into the subterranean bar Ringo (573 Main Street), a smoke-free, candlelit hideout where smooth-talking Chilean ski instructors let the cougars buy the wine. Tip: Look for an open leather couch in the lounge pit beneath the headless, but buxom, statue.

THE MONKEY BAR
The Monkey Bar (427 Main Street, downstairs) was recently shut down by the state's alcohol board for allowing lap dances. ("Crotch on crotch" dancing is strictly verboten.) It's since reopened, and now deftly dodges the Fun Police by asking amenable volunteers to pole dance-skivvies on-for dollar bills. Keep an eye on your date.

HARRY O'S
If you're lucky, you'll catch Harry O's (427 Main Street, upstairs) when it's open. With a vast dance floor and huge bar, it's closest thing P.C. has to an L.A. club scene. Unfortunately, it unlocks its doors only for big-name acts like Lenny Kravitz and DJ Paul Oakenfold.

CICERO'S
Cicero's (306 Main Street) is where everybody ends up late-night. It's a meat market complete with foosball, dollar drafts, and a sweaty dance floor.

September 2005

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