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A Drink to above...

For those of you that have been to the Nerolux in the last few years, you know that the bar is a place where you can watch a band at a low cover price, have a few drinks, and then stay for some late night dancing. If so inclined, you can also stop by for a poetry slam or a performance by a local theater company. Now, this is all good fun and all for some people. I personally stop in once in awhile, albeit on nights where there is no loud noise to drown out the joys of conversation. In that vein, I'm going to take you, valued reader, back in time to a different kind of Nerolux. One that had the mighty entertainment cliche: karaoke.

Now, with me being in L.A. for the years between 2002 and 2006, I'm not exactly sure when the Nerolux decided to abandon this time honored tradition of getting drunk Friday nights and heading down to the Neroluxfor some good old fashioned karaoke. Let me point that I've never been a big fan of getting on stage and singing. I've probably…

The Past. The Present. The Overland Bar.

In figuring that we are already in the area after my previous blog, we will go on a stumbling journey that takes us down Overland Road. Tonight we will avoid the route of Buddies and Hooligans and instead take the path that leads us to the generation spanning Overland Bar. It's close by, it's small, its intimate, it has cheap beer, and it smells vaguely of booze, cigarette smoke, desperation, and cheap old spice. What can possibly go wrong?

Well, to begin with, you must bring cash or pay the fee to use their ATM. Not that there is a whole lot wrong with that, except its the 90s and cards should be accepted everywhere. (Okay, it's not the 90s and perhaps that joke is getting old, but I don't care.) Now, the Overland Bar simply knows the majority of its clientele, so having them pay in cash is not exactly a bad thing. The customer either ends up not drinking as they much as they would like do to lack of funds or they simply hit the ATM machine like a losing gambler…

The Orchard Street Bar District

Nestled within a two block radius of Orchard Street near Emerald lie two bars with equally distinct characteristics. Both bars often hold the same group of patrons and the overwhelming feeling of despair. One is a quiet place of reflection and the other is a smoke filled hostile karaoke environment. Both provide cheap drinks, a few laughs, and old men missing their front teeth. The two bars are in walking distance of one another; a path made easier for the drunks to follow, I suppose. I'm of course talking about McClearysIrish Pub and The Navajo Room.

Now, many of you may not be familiar with McClearys, at least not the one I'm speaking of. Many people I've encountered didn't realize that there was even a second McClearysin town. Well, the one on Orchard is not second best. In fact, it has always been cemented in my mind that the McClearys on State Street is the second one, but I suppose that's not a argument for today. I'm here to talk about the McCle…

The Iron Gate

In a way, it's funny how the memories of our youth are made. Many of them fade away, or blend into other memories that create the best memory of all. Others, well, they stick with you and help to reinforce who you are.

As I began this blog journey of recalling the various bars I've visited in Boise and the experiences I've had, there is one bar that, unfortunately, will never be visited again. A friendly bar where everyone in fact did know your name. A bar you and your friends could hang out all day and have no real care for time and space. That place was the Iron Gate.

The Iron Gate was located above the restaurant at the University Inn on the Boise State campus. The bar was an ideal place for students to meet after a difficult test, a long semester, or even just for fun on a Friday night. On many nights, going to the Iron Gate simply involved unlimited popcorn, cheap pitchers of domestic beer, a sports game on the giant television, and good friends. If sitting arou…