![]() ![]() This is one of those places that reminds me why I carry hand sanitizer in my purse at all times. ![]() Perhaps it was something different at some point in time. I imagined something along the lines of Holling's bar, The Brick, in Northern Exposure. We did leave and kept searching for food. We hopped in our trusty rental car and sped out of the parking lot. As I hobbled rapidly by the bouncer I think I told him that the place was really not our speed. We were probably hitting full speed (as slow as that is for two aging disgracefully old farts) by the time we hit the front door. We honestly did not smell anything that smelled of food and were by this time pushing each other down to climb over to just get the hell outta there. There may have been a price for wings or pizza or hot dogs or something of the like. We see a small area surrounded by filthy glass or plexiglass and a menu board on the wall. As we are not bar people we figure this may be the new normal? As we were still in search of food we kept walking further into the dark and dank and pretty smelly place that was Chilkoot Charlie's. We have just flown across the continental US and to our gloriously removed 49th state with less hassle and nicer people giving us the once over. We walk in the front door and through a metal detector and have our ids checked and our pictures taken. A bit odd but hey, maybe they have some people who can't read well enough to park where they should. When we pulled up into the handicapped space out front this hulk of a guy comes walking out the door and stands there as I hang my tag on out rental car rear view mirror. We just wondered what Alaskan food would be. We were there because the name was interesting. This place is listed under restaurants on the Anchorage visitor's map. ![]()
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