Ben Raskin

Category: Bar Life

  • What Do These Beads Get Me Anyhow?

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    Every Tuesday is a Fat Tuesday for me. Leave it to a bunch of dirty swamp dwellers to bastardize a Catholic holiday. Mardi Gras is in full-swing across the nation and will be celebrated at the club this Saturday night. I was lucky enough to check out the full brass band practice on Wednesday and…

  • CWMA 2008 @ The Woodshed

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    There’s a little known fact about The Woodshed. Underneath the floors lies the scariest dirt floor in Utah. The only property that has been a bar longer in Salt Lake City than The Woodshed is the Alta Club. The difference between the two properties is that he Alta Club has been SLC’s most exclusive club…

  • The Sailor and the Catwoman

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    You’ll never forget breaking your legal hymen. I had been running The Woodshed for two months when I popped my court cherry. For those of you that have never been served with papers, imagine being in a car accident in slow motion. The impact is inevitable. The collision is brutal. The sounds are horrible. All…

  • Outdoor Retailers Are Horrible People

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    EDITOR’S NOTE: This is an explicit column. It is intended for mature audiences. It is a sin to kill a whale, bear or an elephant. It’s probably because I am a large omnivore with no real natural predators that I think these animals should never be killed. They’re massive, majestic and beautiful and deserve to…

  • Lessons Learned From A Hawaiian Burger

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    Cascade Locks Oregon is a beautiful place. A small border town in the northwest corner of Oregon, it is about an hour east from Portland along the Columbia River. It’s perched on the side of a hill with a panoramic view of the river and the beginnings of Washington State. I’ve been there twice. The…