Ranger Outpost Tokyo Bar

Ive been visiting this bar for the last decade. I’ve never seen it in the sunlight. I visit beloved people there. They are accepting of all kinds, even non boozers like me… Sweettart

Hot burn barrel, yummy drinks, good company… it’s the tits.

I heard that daft punk was going to play.
No daft punk.
No 5 stars.
FYD

What a shame this place is only open for one week each year– but if you need a blistering hangover to go with your acid crash, or some seared animal flesh to help you swallow the dust, this is the place to be. If you happen to be there when Kit Carson is behind the bar you won’t ever want to leave– just don’t forget your ID.

The best place to be on playa in a whiteout… except for some place less exposed.

My most favorite place (on playa) to work on my hangover! Some of my most favorite rangers call this place home.

Whilst slumming on the Northside with my primary, Buffy, I came across this jewel of understated decadence. Taking the name literally I envisioned fresh blue fin sushi and fine aged Saki but was served instead something called Purple Drank and a very tasty meat of some sort fresh seared on a grill placed over the top of a flaming oil drum. Daddy would be SO horrified if he knew.
I’ve decided that next year I’m going to ditch K street and the Malcolm Forbes camp for something called The Temple of Correction which is much nearer the Tokyo Bar. They said I could do some scenes there to cover camp dues. I DO wonder what a safe word is though.
As I pried Buffy from the embrace of her third conquest of the evening I bid the Jolly denizens of the Tokyo Bar a good night to which they neighborly replied in what is evidently the customary response there «10 – 7 Douchnozzle!»

Holy Bacon, Batman!
This bar is a fount of good advice, alcoholic endeavors, and Rangers. A place where people from all corners of the world (there are a lot of corners in the world) meet for a few weeks, palaver, then disappear in the dust. 10/​7, you had me at Arigatou.

I came here expecting drinks and some nice company.
Turns out I was the only one there.
There was a drink left out for people to self serve, but it was pretty bad and there was no ice anywhere to be found. I waited around hoping the scene would pick up, but eventually the heat and general boringness made me leave.
Plus, all the people screaming «DUDE YOU’VE BEEN IN THAT PORTO FOUR HOURS, DO YOU NEED HELP?» at me constantly kinda ruined the atmosphere.

One of the best bars on Playa.
First one up and running and one of the last to be torn down each year.

Not a newcomer to the mental health slash alcohol hydration scene, the Ranger Outpost Tokyo Bar is the place to see and be seen as you help your fellow volunteers and participants forget the Mundane World.
Bring something to contribute, or not. Bring yourself, armed with attitude; good or bad. Bring marshmallows for the burn barrel, or meats to grill atop it. Bring a chair. Bring conversation or eavesdropping. Being swag. Keep yer MOOP.
I’d have given five stars but for the lack of checkered tablecloths.