Whiskey Licker Bar

I have found the BEST micheladas in Vegas! Bartender was great! Will defiantly be returning here. Right next to one of the states, so can get your drink and stick around for the show.

Ok it has not rained in over two hours all other outside bars are open. Whiskey Licker feel they need like a day of 80 degrees before they open the gates. Bar is playing and gates are still locked?

Expensive drinks, you say? Yea, they got ‘em. You know why? They pour heavy. And when I say «heavy», I mean HALF THE F’N BOTTLE FOR ONE DRINK!!!
For serious drinkers only
If you dabble, maybe Fremont St ain’t for you. Or just stick with those frozen slurpee things in the fancy cups.
Tip your bartender well and he’ll take care of you

Bartender sucks, he’s very rude. Drinks are very expensive a single margarita and a vodka soda cost $ 18.50!

Jeesh. Overpriced drinks. Rude staff. Great view.
This is a cool place to check out the Freemont Experience from. It’s in the perfect location to see the whole show, and do some people watching. It’s a great location. Everything else about this place is lame.
The bartender was rude to the gentleman ahead of me. Then he acted like he had never dressed a Mexican beer before. What kind of bartender is this? He wasn’t too pleasant to me either. Must have been having a bad night.
The large 24oz beer was more expensive than if I’d bought two regular sized beers at the casino bar.
Forget about this place.

My personal favorite on Fremont… great seats for the Experience and the service is awesome. (seats aren’t very comfortable, but that’s never stopped us from staying there for hours watching people and music acts)

Big ol’ line and bartender Chuckee lets his homies pull up to side of bar and cut in front of everyone, ordering foo foo drinks. Chuckee sucks unless you’re his buddy. Funny thing is the homie didn’t pay for either of his, or his 4 buddies drinks, and only got a $ 5 tip.

I can’t believe this place doesn’t have any reviews! If you’re looking to forget, this is the place to do it. I had no intention of drinking while on Fremont Street and don’t usually stray from beer in the first place. I was drawn in by the «Lickey Licky» drink — honestly, I can’t remember what was in it aside from about 6 oz of rum, but I shortly found myself sitting on the street scratching the ass end of an English Bulldog named Pony Boy.
Aside from that and another strong 6oz vodka drink, I don’t remember much. Because, Vegas.