My friend Teri took me to a bar across the street from UNLV called the Freakin’ Frog. When we first walked in, I didn’t think too much of the joint; it seemed like your regular college dive bar. Instead of grabbing a seat at one of the booths or tables, which is what I did upon entering, she brought me up a tall staircase leading to a stained-glass door. The door needed a slight budge to open, and once it did, we walked into a dark room with people sitting at two tables with their eyes affixed to the wall. On the wall was a projection of the surprisingly hilarious Robert Altman sleeper-hit Prarie Home Companion.

As we watched the movie, I couldn’t help but look around the dark room. To my right was a wall with a big list of names, basically a roster. Next to that was another wall that had the logo for The Whiskey Attic. Then behind me, on the other side of the long room, I saw a dimly lit bar with what seemed like all the world’s whiskey arranged and displayed neatly on shelves. In the midst of the darkness, it was almost like a light at the end of a tunnel—it was salvation. I turned around to watch the movie, and to not look like a complete noob, but it was all of a sudden difficult to focus. Luckily Robert Altman spins a great yarn, so I got back into it quite quickly.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to partake of any of the delicacies behind that bar. I did learn, however, that there is some sort of exclusive club that meets there regularly, and that membership is difficult to acquire. According to their websites, they hold events and host parties, but the site hasn’t been updated since 2005. I guess that just adds to the allure of the joint.

I’m no whiskey connoisseur, but with a place like that, I’m sure I could learn very quickly.