Park City Classic: No Name Saloon & Grill by Jen Thorn photos by Deb DeKoff Friday night on Main Street in Park City. When it comes to drinking, dining and dancing, the options abound in this silver mining town turned charming ski resort. As my husband, Levi, and I navigate crowded sidewalks, Main Street stretches before us — Western chic juxtaposed with untamed Wild West. Out from the posh art galleries and fine-dining establishments rises No Name Saloon & Grill. It’s iconic. Once nicknamed “The Alamo” because of its Spanish architecture dating back to the early 1900s, the brick building emanates the ghost stories of miners who came to wet their whistles on Main Street more than 100 years ago. The sign hanging over the entrance reads “America’s Last Authentic Miners Organization of Debauchery.” The scene ranges from those quenching their thirst after an epic day outside to longtime locals — with their silver hair and popped Polo shirt collars — gathering to reminisce about the days gone by and “what once was.” Levi and I cozy up to the bar and ask the bartender what he recommends from the drinks menu. He returns a few minutes later with two tequila sodas splashed
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