Many real-deal saloons around the West have gone the way of the cowboys and the miners and the tall tale tellers that frequented them and all but disappeared. But here in Nevada, the cowboys and the miners and the tall tale tellers haven’t gone anywhere—and neither have their real-deal saloons. In our opinion, there are few better ways to “drink in” the history of the Silver State than in the historic bars that were part of it—or, as we like to call ‘em, “Sagebrush Saloons.”
To be sure, folks all over the United States are no strangers to good old fashioned “dive bars”—and neither are Nevadans—but that’s not what we’re talking about here. Our oldest bars are the kind that attracted miners, buckaroos, traders, outlaws (or at least famous mischief-makers like Mark Twain), Golden Age of Hollywood movie stars, outdoor enthusiasts, and other scrappy, adventurous, tale-worthy types—and still do—from Virginia City and Carson City to Pioche and Goodsprings, and everywhere in between.
