How to drink in Utah.
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
If you have never visited Utah, you will never know how hard it is to find a decent drink. For those outside of the United States, this state will be exceptionally bizarre.
For those of you within the U.S., but outside of Utah, it will be slightly less confusing. If all you want to drink is watery beer then Hey, we have got you covered.
If you want a mixed drink, or if you like good beer, then you must be a member or member's guest, to a private club (i.e. a bar in real world vernacular).
So say you would like to go dancing with that pretty young thing attached to your wallet. You start the night by searching for a parking place within two square miles of your favorite house of debauchery.
You then hike to the club. Walk up to the door, the doorman will ask you for a membership. What? No membership? You are then consigned to the rank of begging anyone with a membership to sponsor you into the club.
So you have a friendly person get you in the door. You have a beer (at 6.75 US per pint of Guinness), you relax you have a spin round the dance floor. You get kicked out at 1:15 a.m. Hey the bars here close at 1:00.
Then you realize Vegas is only six hours away, jump in the car, and speed away. This has been a public service announcement for anyone coming to the 2002 Winter Olympic Games. You have been forewarned
.
For those of you within the U.S., but outside of Utah, it will be slightly less confusing. If all you want to drink is watery beer then Hey, we have got you covered.
If you want a mixed drink, or if you like good beer, then you must be a member or member's guest, to a private club (i.e. a bar in real world vernacular).
So say you would like to go dancing with that pretty young thing attached to your wallet. You start the night by searching for a parking place within two square miles of your favorite house of debauchery.
You then hike to the club. Walk up to the door, the doorman will ask you for a membership. What? No membership? You are then consigned to the rank of begging anyone with a membership to sponsor you into the club.
So you have a friendly person get you in the door. You have a beer (at 6.75 US per pint of Guinness), you relax you have a spin round the dance floor. You get kicked out at 1:15 a.m. Hey the bars here close at 1:00.
Then you realize Vegas is only six hours away, jump in the car, and speed away. This has been a public service announcement for anyone coming to the 2002 Winter Olympic Games. You have been forewarned
.
