Sure, it’s surrounded by stunning feats of nature, but it’s a bit of an open joke that Anchorage itself is, well, bland.
There’s even a cheeky Instagram account, From its dull grey exterior, it would seem like the inside of Mad Myrna’s would follow suit. The interior is a jewel box of colorful carpeting, which looks downright psychedelic under the cabaret lights and disco balls. On stage, dramatic jewel tone drapes lift to reveal a glittery silver curtain backdrop. Open since 1999, Mad Myrna’s got spruced up during the pandemic.īlack chairs and tables with mushroom lamps dot the floor and on the walls are large portraits of the performing divas, with appropriately gilded frames. Its small patio was expanded to 3,000 square feet of outdoor space. Gone is the vending machine dispensing beef jerky now there’s a full menu offering house pizzas, chicken and waffles, and soba noodle bowls. From the cocktail menu you can order A Classy Trashy, which tops Absolut mango, peach Schnapps, and orange, pineapple, and cranberry juices with a can of Champagne. Or choose from the Good Morning Motherfucker and the Power Bottom-both floated with Red Bull.Īs for the crowd, “It’s a very mixed scene,” says manager Chris Jones, who began at Myrna’s as a bar back and met his husband there when he was 21.
