You've searched high and low...
And finally, the dream has turned reality:
A single space where Moscow Mules mingle with Hot Pockets.
It's Corduroy, a new Fremont Street bar with rocking on its mind, now open in Downtown.
Within your crew's first steps, you'll notice this place is a throwback rock bar. Maybe it's the vintage-speaker-collection-turned-DJ-booth. Or the '70s vibe and vintage signs. Or maybe, just maybe, it's all the power anthems piping overhead that tip you off.
Let the music lead you to the bar with a glowing bubble wall behind it. It's where you'll find those Moscow mules on tap. Of course, if you opt for Sex on the Beach, it will come in a juice pouch with a crazy straw. So there's that.
If those don't hit your nostalgia button, perhaps the floor-to-ceiling wall of microwaves where you order Hot Pockets like mom used to "make" will. There are also pizza and corn dogs if you want something not in Hot Pocket form.
But don't stop there. Wander past the sunken conversation pit down the vintage lightbulb-lit hallway toward the secret photobooth with flashing LED lights from floor to ceiling.
Say "cheese."
Commemorate the night you rocked out with your juice pouch out.
And finally, the dream has turned reality:
A single space where Moscow Mules mingle with Hot Pockets.
It's Corduroy, a new Fremont Street bar with rocking on its mind, now open in Downtown.
Within your crew's first steps, you'll notice this place is a throwback rock bar. Maybe it's the vintage-speaker-collection-turned-DJ-booth. Or the '70s vibe and vintage signs. Or maybe, just maybe, it's all the power anthems piping overhead that tip you off.
Let the music lead you to the bar with a glowing bubble wall behind it. It's where you'll find those Moscow mules on tap. Of course, if you opt for Sex on the Beach, it will come in a juice pouch with a crazy straw. So there's that.
If those don't hit your nostalgia button, perhaps the floor-to-ceiling wall of microwaves where you order Hot Pockets like mom used to "make" will. There are also pizza and corn dogs if you want something not in Hot Pocket form.
But don't stop there. Wander past the sunken conversation pit down the vintage lightbulb-lit hallway toward the secret photobooth with flashing LED lights from floor to ceiling.
Say "cheese."
Commemorate the night you rocked out with your juice pouch out.
