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P Moss

  • Drinking

    Shut Up and Drink: An Oral History of the Double Down Saloon

    By Lissa Townsend Rodgers

    Ass juice and assholes, take a trip down memory lane with the infamous dive bar after 25 years of pure chaos.

  • Social Influence

    P Moss Exposes the Weirder Side of Vegas

    By Lissa Townsend Rodgers

    Double Down Saloon and Frankie's Tiki Room owner P Moss shares the backstory behind the third book in his Las Vegas trilogy.

  • Seven Questions

    Seven Questions for P Moss, Bar Owner and Creator of Ass Juice

    By Matt Jacob

    P Moss’ résumé is as eclectic as they come. He runs two of the city’s most iconic bars, the Double Down near UNLV and Frankie’s Tiki Room on West Charleston—the former was one of the 10 inductees in last year’s inaugural Las Vegas Bar Hall of Fame; the latter is among this year’s nominees. He’s the brains behind two legendary drinks (Ass Juice and the bacon martini).

  • Welcome to Skulltree Manor

    By Melinda Sheckells

    Buried deep in one of Las Vegas’ historic mid-mod neighborhoods lies a little green abode with a big attitude and an even more audacious man of the house. P Moss, one of Las Vegas’ cultural innovators, owner of two the city’s best watering holes (the Double Down Saloon and Frankie’s Tiki Room) and author of Blue Vegas, characterizes his living space as a “cozy bungalow,” which is an understatement to the say least. In reality, a well-curated grouping of quirky collectibles highlights the home’s interior.

  • Music

    From Garage Band to Japan

    By James P. Reza

    P Moss is not normally this giddy. Although he’s often had reason: He’s written screenplays, self-produced a local television show (TV/OD, in the 1990s) and is a published author (Blue Vegas, CityLife Books, 2010). The 58-year-old provocateur is also responsible for the world-infamous punk rock dive the Double Down Saloon (both in Las Vegas and in New York City), and his dream bar, Frankie’s Tiki Room.

  • Reading

    Vignettes of Vice

    P Moss’ dream girl is a busted-up Bettie Page lookalike with killer tits and fuck-me boots. She’s also green, not to mention inanimate. “It’s a drawing though, right?” I clarify when he tells me he wants to screw her.