NIGHT LIFE Après-Ski The party starts early at the No Name Saloon, a rustic, no-frills bar that carries on the tradition of the Wild West in downtown Park City (447 Main Street; 435-649-6667; www.netamesaloon.net).net
We longed to be regulars at O'Shucks – which had neon lights, surfboards, peanut-shell littered floors and quirky draught ales – or at the No Name Saloon & Grill, with its moose heads and fairy lights.
5 p.m. 5) The Watering Hole Back in Park City, the locals start converging late in the afternoon at the No Name Saloon (447 Main Street; 435-649-6667), a run-down club that received a much-needed renovation a couple of years ago.
These days, the No Name Saloon maintains a close connection to the past as a treasured night spot in the midst of a half-mile stretch of quaint shops selling everything from T-shirts and wagon-wheel coffee tables to fine Western art and pricey antiques.
No saloon-bar gaffes either (that HIV remark?) and he was smart enough to sidestep the Ukip stereotype at least a few times (he would admit genuine refugees) as he lambasted the "politically correct political class".
Except there were no saloons in sight, nor even a shop.
They recall a zoning regulation reading, "no drinking saloon may exist within a mile of any schoolhouse".
In Park City, for an après-ski drink with a local vibe head to No Name Saloon or to local brewery Wasatch, but for something different, and a petrolhead heaven, it has to be Billy Blancos for Tex Mex food beneath fully functioning cars and bikes.
For a view of Park City at night, drive up to Golden Way while the ski slopes are still lit up! Have a drink or two at No Name Saloon, grab a pizza to go at Main Street Pizza and Noodle and head back to the DoubleTree to eat and wind down in the warm pool and jacuzzi.
We (restaurant managers) set limits on the number of guests (coming to the healthy heart restaurant) since there's no more room in our saloon... .......... (participant no. 5).
Either way, he is no longer in last-chance saloon but no-chance saloon.
