What
a great name for a dive bar saddling a stretch of Route 66 in Arizona. As soon
as I was shown the façade, I knew there was a photograph to be had; especially
at night when we could make full use of the neon lights in the windows.

The
name of the saloon gave me as much scope as I needed in the narrative - the
winners were clearly the ones leaving, not the patrons inside. There was just
enough light to freeze the passengers, but never enough to freeze the money -
but that kind of worked for me.

The
town of Holbrook has a few Route 66 gems and this bar is one. Do not expect
America’s finest cuisine if you happen to overnight there. But no one is going
to Holbrook for that sort of experience.