Ahhh Ranch Bowl, I can still smell the smell of cigarettes and stale beer. Zwarte at it's best. This is where I learned to dance, celebrated my 21st birthday on stage and spent many a nights puking on the way home. GOOD TIMES.
Whoever the cop at the door was busted me and properly humiliated me at the door for using a fake ID to come and see the tribute Doors band at age 20. I will say...when they closed my fiance helped moves them out. My picnic table in my back yard is a token from there that holds many memories. It was defiantly the cool kid spot and the years alcohol worked. ;)