Gaslight Lounge

Hands down best bar in town. Everyone was friendly, from staff to regulars. Drinks were awesome and the atmosphere will make you question why you’ve ever been anywhere else. Sad I discovered this gem on the last leg of my trip but when I come back it’s the only bar I’ll visit. Till next time

This place has the best drink prices in Downtown Anchorage. The space lounge has two bars — needed for how packed it gets in the weekend. The weekend is cool, but people barely dance.
Be sure to ride the bull!

Michael the security guard was a GODSEND. He even cleared off our empties and went above and beyond to ensure we were taken care of. The bartenders couldn’t have been more inattentive and more concerned with the well-​being of their libido then the well– being of the customer. The bar-​staff (dressing in matching plaid and scraggly beards) ignored my request to participate in Karaōke, while they serenaded female regulars at the bar. Not to sound the slightest bit pretentious (as we are from Chicago and love dive bars and karaōke, but these guys played favorites and deserved wayyyyy less than the 10% that was left for them. They are an EMBARRASSMENT to the customer service industry. They must go. #thirsty

My friends and I always end up here at the end of the night. Aww… memories and a crap load of people we know!

This place was beyond horrible. I went my for the first time recently and will never be going back.
I was told to leave the bar and when I asked why they wouldn’t tell me, just said I had to leave. Then they wouldn’t let me tell my friend I was with or get my coat. I tried to tell the «bouncer» multiple times I had my coat with phone, cards, and keys in the bar, he wouldn’t even let me get the word out and kept telling me to «Leave Now». How can a bouncer tell you to leave for no reason then not let you get your jacket when it’s 17 degrees out and have no way of getting into your house or pay for a cab home.
Reading reviews online, seems I am not the only one to have a bad time in this place.

Yeah the Gaslight is trashy but what bar isn’t. Yeah it’s easy to pick up women in a bar but what bar isn’t.
I like this place and the bartender Anna is great at customer service. Yeah there are some knuckleheads there but what bar doesn’t?
To each their own. This place doesn’t pick up until after midnight.

Great bar that I’d probably never notice if I wasn’t on the hunt for a quiet bar that had baseball on. Luckily it was the middle of the afternoon and not very busy.
The first thing I noticed was the bull in the middle of the place. The bartender Kevin was great, the other patrons were nice, and the drinks were tasty. This place seems like the «Cheers» of Anchorage.
They had some kind of special that had ~10 oz. draft beers for $ 1.50. You don’t see that very often in Alaska.

How can this place still be open… how the hell can John Pâté keep this dives’ doors open. The dork DJ Mark (who still needs facial reconstruction surgery) plays shit from decades ago… flirts relentlessly with the barely legal (drinking age) girls that come in and then the overpriced drinks. The last night I wasted time and money here was a while back, it was busy and packed and our waitress took 45 minutes to bring our drinks back… we were about to walk out when the bouncer stopped us and told us that we couldn’t leave until we got our drinks. Have you ever noticed that there is no customer-​service in any of the Anchorage bars or liquor stores??? Ever get a lousy drink and still was forced to pay the high price… worse than slumlords… So many fights occur in the bar, most moved to the back parking area… seen guns pulled and cops showing up. I got a g/​f who was waiting for a ride outside, some bouncers came out after work and started to harass her, suggesting sexual favors in exchange for a ride and even one of them tried to force her into their car. How can this place still be in business… and this is only one person’s experience there over the years… can you imagine the stories collected from theirs customers over the years??? I do giggle at the ‘insurance bar’ title given by Nick P… sad thing is, some of those ‘insurance’ honeys you are taking home have been sexually abused, have no boundaries and therefore make an ideal target to those that are looking to get lucky. I am a party pooper when it comes to 4^th ave bars and the spenard scene, such a sad site.

Old Drunken Toothless Woman: *mumble mumble* «DON’T YOU adsfkjljf$$#kjfljkjf OWE ME A #$%&^#%#lkfajsdflkj DRINK? *mumble mumble*
Me: *steps 3 feet to the side*
ODTW: *mumble mumble* #$#($&@!KJ!JH *mumble mumble*
Me: «Well played, Old Drunken Toothless Woman. Well played, indeed.»
I’m assuming this scenario happens AT LEAST twice a day to various people in this bar.

A coworker of mine once called the Gaslight an «insurance bar». Insurance meaning that after a long night of bar-​hopping and constant rejection you can stroll to this bar and leave with someone or something at the end of the night
And if you somehow don’t at least they’ll serve you cheaply.