Came for the drinks, loved the friendly service and stayed for some absolutely travelicious food. Auf Wiedersehen! We’ll be back soon. Mad Mario Pizza and the Mac’n Cheese with bacon are YUMMY and big enough to share with friends.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: 12 the Mad Mario Pizza
Paula Skuliber
only valid place to go out in anchorage. everyone is welcome, I went with my boyfriend and we had a total blast
Gary Hill
Wanted to like it. But…. The click vibe is real. Staff had no clue what was going on.
Atmosphere: 1
Service: 1
Ethan Shimanek
Excellent vibes here at Mad Myrna's! The food & drinks are great too!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Celesta Siegle
Kind, friendly safe great times an awesome staff
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Ziad Reslan
If you're visiting Anchorage (like I was!), this is THE gay bar to go to.
They have it all! (1) outdoor space with bonfires and games (massive jenga and connect 4!), (2) awesome AWESOME drag shows, like NYC calibre, (3) dance floor/area, and (4) food! You may never leave.
And, quite befittingly, the entrance is in the rear, not the front street.
Atmosphere: 5
Service: 5
Syn J
Best show! Loved it!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Lexy MacArthur
Absolutely horrid experience. Bartenders and servers were great to work with - but security/door staff were atrocious. Had a friend who tried to bring water out for another friend who was very ill, and was borderline assaulted by security for trying to bring (paid for) water bottles out. This happened multiple times, with no explanation, until a member of security followed us to our car and continued to verbally harass us. Allegedly, there's a no drink in or out policy - however this was never made clear from the beginning (otherwise we would've left it at that) and not posted anywhere. Very rude staff.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 2
Service: 1
Sarah Hulac
This is a place to skip. Used to be fun but it has become clear if you associate with anyone that management or their friends do not like, you will be 86'd from the bar with no cause and no warning. The owner will also delete bad reviews and then if you manage to leave anything but a sparkling review you are berated by Myrna employees and their friends publicly on their page. They discriminate based on whatever they feel like for the night. Just reading the reviews from the last few weeks there has been discrimination from staff and management based on race, nationality, and disability. The bar itself used to be so much fun and inclusive and now you can't go without being sexually assaulted on the dance floor by straight men. I loved the facelift this place got after the pandemic but they do not care about patrons anymore. Any business that readily sends it's friends and staff to berate reviewers does not deserve your business. I really hope things start to change back to the inclusivity we had when Myrna was running the bar. Extremely unprofessional owner.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 3
Service: 1
Kreston Neal
This bar is a mixed crowd. I was there with friends and management asked the group of us to leave without giving a reason. I don’t recall doing anything specific and may have been asked to leave and not return out of association. Very unprofessional and disrespectful to just ban a group without just cause or an explanation. So be aware if going there that this bar sees themselves as very popular and that they do not care who they turn away.
Also they inconsistently charge the cover fees. My boyfriend had to pay, however they did not charge my friend and I.
Might as well remove the gay bar tag, this place is overrun by the straights. Tolerating homophobic straight men doesn’t make this a safe environment for actual LGBTQ people. But hey, make that money. 🤷
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 5
Service: 5
Reid Dalgleish
This gay bar has it all, better than most places much further south. The ownership and patrons obviously care. Food was unexpectedly good. We loved the Thursday amateur drag show, I'm sure this place hustles on the weekends!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
J B
Fun time! Raven was amazing
Maria Trothkin
I am disappointed to have to write this, and it breaks my heart to even put these words into the universe. But it must be said, because what happened at Myrnas went beyond disappointment—it was a profound loss of what that place once stood for, a betrayal of the sanctuary it used to be.
I used to love going to Myrnas. I remember when Myrna herself ran that place, and it was more than just a bar—it was a refuge, a safe harbor in Alaska’s often cold and unkind acceptance of the LGTBQ+ community. There weren’t many gay spaces back then, and I cherished every visit, feeling embraced, protected, and free to just be myself. Myrna’s was more than a bar; it was a symbol of hope, of acceptance, and of community. But now, that sacred space has been stained by cruelty and neglect.
There were signs of change, I thought, when Chris took over. The place was given a shiny new face—an alluring facelift with a fresh menu and genuinely great food, arguably some of the best bar food you could find. I clung to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But I was wrong. It was all surface—an illusion of progress.
Last Thursday night, my friends and I showed up to celebrate a beautiful homecoming, to share joy and memories. We paid our cover, ordered our drinks, and looked forward to a night of reminiscing and fun. But within an hour, everything turned into a nightmare.
One member of our party went to check on his drink and food when suddenly, the owner stormed over—without warning, without reason—and physically pushed the bartender out of the way. Then, he erupted into a storm of curses and insults directed at our friend for no cause, his words dripping with venom. Our friend was visibly shaken by the aggression and confused yet calmly asked what was going on, but all he got was vile and unprofessional—"Shut up, you piece of s#$%!" (He called him a piece of s@#$ half a dozen times during this encounter). Completely uncalled for behavior.
Our friend, already distressed, came back to the table to get his phone and tried to explain he was being asked to leave, but before he could finish speaking, the owner barked at him, "Shut up! Do not say anything about this! Dont talk to anyone!" All of us looked on in disbelief—shocked, hurt, embarrassed, and helpless. We had come with respect, with joy, with good intentions, only to be assaulted by this fury. We had paid, we had planned to tip generously (we had pulled out a ton of $1's when we came in), we had planned to stay and dance and celebrate our community—and suddenly, everything was torn apart by pure absurdity.
When our friend left, another of us approached the front desk, confused and seeking understanding. Instead, the staff’s response was cold and dismissive. The owner, completely unprofessional, snarled at her—"Oh, you're with him? Then you can get the f#%! out too!” and then, outrageously, threw her cover into her face. I am overwhelmed with shame for this place. How did we become enemies simply for being there? For being part of this community?
The behavior of the staff, the owner, and the performers during that night was unforgivable. We were kind, respectful, and innocent—but we were treated like pests and like threats. Our visit, which should have been a night of joy, ended in chaos, humiliation, and aggression.
Myrnas once stood for so much more than just a bar. It was a haven—an inclusive, loving space. But now, if someone there holds a grudge against you, if they personally dislike you, you are unwelcome, discarded without explanation or dignity. Chris, you inherited a legacy of love and safety, and instead, you’ve allowed it to rot from within. Your management, your staff, your performers—they have wrecked what Myrnas used to be and you are allowing it to slowly dismantle what Myrna spent his life building for this community. And for what? To serve your ego? To hide behind a false image of progress?
And I shudder to mention, but it’s heartfelt: Chris, you charged my friend for drinks and food he never received, assaulted h
Maria Trothkin
I am disappointed to have to write this, and it breaks my heart to even put these words into the universe. But it must be said, because what happened at Myrnas went beyond disappointment—it was a profound loss of what that place once stood for, a betrayal of the sanctuary it used to be.
I used to love going to Myrnas. I remember when Myrna herself ran that place, and it was more than just a bar—it was a refuge, a safe harbor in Alaska’s often cold and unkind acceptance of the LGTBQ+ community. There weren’t many gay spaces back then, and I cherished every visit, feeling embraced, protected, and free to just be myself. Myrna’s was more than a bar; it was a symbol of hope, of acceptance, and of community. But now, that sacred space has been stained by cruelty and neglect.
There were signs of change, I thought, when Chris took over. The place was given a shiny new face—an alluring facelift with a fresh menu and genuinely great food, arguably some of the best bar food you could find. I clung to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But I was wrong. It was all surface—an illusion of progress.
Last Thursday night, my friends and I showed up to celebrate a beautiful homecoming, to share joy and memories. We paid our cover, ordered our drinks, and looked forward to a night of reminiscing and fun. But within an hour, everything turned into a nightmare.
One member of our party went to check on his drink and food when suddenly, the owner stormed over—without warning, without reason—and physically pushed the bartender out of the way. Then, he erupted into a storm of curses and insults directed at our friend for no cause, his words dripping with venom. Our friend was visibly shaken by the aggression and confused yet calmly asked what was going on, but all he got was vile and unprofessional—"Shut up, you piece of s#$%!" (He called him a piece of s@#$ half a dozen times during this encounter). Completely uncalled for behavior.
Our friend, already distressed, came back to the table to get his phone and tried to explain he was being asked to leave, but before he could finish speaking, the owner barked at him, "Shut up! Do not say anything about this! Dont talk to anyone!" All of us looked on in disbelief—shocked, hurt, embarrassed, and helpless. We had come with respect, with joy, with good intentions, only to be assaulted by this fury. We had paid, we had planned to tip generously (we had pulled out a ton of $1's when we came in), we had planned to stay and dance and celebrate our community—and suddenly, everything was torn apart by pure absurdity.
When our friend left, another of us approached the front desk, confused and seeking understanding. Instead, the staff’s response was cold and dismissive. The owner, completely unprofessional, snarled at her—"Oh, you're with him? Then you can get the f#%! out too!” and then, outrageously, threw her cover into her face. I am overwhelmed with shame for this place. How did we become enemies simply for being there? For being part of this community?
The behavior of the staff, the owner, and the performers during that night was unforgivable. We were kind, respectful, and innocent—but we were treated like pests and like threats. Our visit, which should have been a night of joy, ended in chaos, humiliation, and aggression.
Myrnas once stood for so much more than just a bar. It was a haven—an inclusive, loving space. But now, if someone there holds a grudge against you, if they personally dislike you, you are unwelcome, discarded without explanation or dignity. Chris, you inherited a legacy of love and safety, and instead, you’ve allowed it to rot from within. Your management, your staff, your performers—they have wrecked what Myrnas used to be and you are allowing it to slowly dismantle what Myrna spent his life building for this community. And for what? To serve your ego? To hide behind a false image of progress?
And I shudder to mention, but it’s heartfelt: Chris, you charged my friend for drinks and food he never received, assaulted h
Came for the drinks, loved the friendly service and stayed for some absolutely travelicious food. Auf Wiedersehen! We’ll be back soon. Mad Mario Pizza and the Mac’n Cheese with bacon are YUMMY and big enough to share with friends.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: 12 the Mad Mario Pizza
only valid place to go out in anchorage. everyone is welcome, I went with my boyfriend and we had a total blast
Wanted to like it. But….
The click vibe is real.
Staff had no clue what was going on.
Atmosphere: 1
Service: 1
Excellent vibes here at Mad Myrna's! The food & drinks are great too!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Kind, friendly safe great times an awesome staff
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
If you're visiting Anchorage (like I was!), this is THE gay bar to go to.
They have it all! (1) outdoor space with bonfires and games (massive jenga and connect 4!), (2) awesome AWESOME drag shows, like NYC calibre, (3) dance floor/area, and (4) food! You may never leave.
And, quite befittingly, the entrance is in the rear, not the front street.
Atmosphere: 5
Service: 5
Best show! Loved it!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Absolutely horrid experience. Bartenders and servers were great to work with - but security/door staff were atrocious. Had a friend who tried to bring water out for another friend who was very ill, and was borderline assaulted by security for trying to bring (paid for) water bottles out. This happened multiple times, with no explanation, until a member of security followed us to our car and continued to verbally harass us. Allegedly, there's a no drink in or out policy - however this was never made clear from the beginning (otherwise we would've left it at that) and not posted anywhere. Very rude staff.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 2
Service: 1
This is a place to skip. Used to be fun but it has become clear if you associate with anyone that management or their friends do not like, you will be 86'd from the bar with no cause and no warning. The owner will also delete bad reviews and then if you manage to leave anything but a sparkling review you are berated by Myrna employees and their friends publicly on their page. They discriminate based on whatever they feel like for the night. Just reading the reviews from the last few weeks there has been discrimination from staff and management based on race, nationality, and disability. The bar itself used to be so much fun and inclusive and now you can't go without being sexually assaulted on the dance floor by straight men. I loved the facelift this place got after the pandemic but they do not care about patrons anymore. Any business that readily sends it's friends and staff to berate reviewers does not deserve your business. I really hope things start to change back to the inclusivity we had when Myrna was running the bar. Extremely unprofessional owner.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 3
Service: 1
This bar is a mixed crowd. I was there with friends and management asked the group of us to leave without giving a reason. I don’t recall doing anything specific and may have been asked to leave and not return out of association. Very unprofessional and disrespectful to just ban a group without just cause or an explanation. So be aware if going there that this bar sees themselves as very popular and that they do not care who they turn away.
Also they inconsistently charge the cover fees. My boyfriend had to pay, however they did not charge my friend and I.
Atmosphere: 4
Service: 1
Restaurantji Recommends
Might as well remove the gay bar tag, this place is overrun by the straights. Tolerating homophobic straight men doesn’t make this a safe environment for actual LGBTQ people. But hey, make that money. 🤷
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 5
Service: 5
This gay bar has it all, better than most places much further south. The ownership and patrons obviously care. Food was unexpectedly good. We loved the Thursday amateur drag show, I'm sure this place hustles on the weekends!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Fun time! Raven was amazing
I am disappointed to have to write this, and it breaks my heart to even put these words into the universe. But it must be said, because what happened at Myrnas went beyond disappointment—it was a profound loss of what that place once stood for, a betrayal of the sanctuary it used to be. I used to love going to Myrnas. I remember when Myrna herself ran that place, and it was more than just a bar—it was a refuge, a safe harbor in Alaska’s often cold and unkind acceptance of the LGTBQ+ community. There weren’t many gay spaces back then, and I cherished every visit, feeling embraced, protected, and free to just be myself. Myrna’s was more than a bar; it was a symbol of hope, of acceptance, and of community. But now, that sacred space has been stained by cruelty and neglect. There were signs of change, I thought, when Chris took over. The place was given a shiny new face—an alluring facelift with a fresh menu and genuinely great food, arguably some of the best bar food you could find. I clung to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But I was wrong. It was all surface—an illusion of progress. Last Thursday night, my friends and I showed up to celebrate a beautiful homecoming, to share joy and memories. We paid our cover, ordered our drinks, and looked forward to a night of reminiscing and fun. But within an hour, everything turned into a nightmare. One member of our party went to check on his drink and food when suddenly, the owner stormed over—without warning, without reason—and physically pushed the bartender out of the way. Then, he erupted into a storm of curses and insults directed at our friend for no cause, his words dripping with venom. Our friend was visibly shaken by the aggression and confused yet calmly asked what was going on, but all he got was vile and unprofessional—"Shut up, you piece of s#$%!" (He called him a piece of s@#$ half a dozen times during this encounter). Completely uncalled for behavior. Our friend, already distressed, came back to the table to get his phone and tried to explain he was being asked to leave, but before he could finish speaking, the owner barked at him, "Shut up! Do not say anything about this! Dont talk to anyone!" All of us looked on in disbelief—shocked, hurt, embarrassed, and helpless. We had come with respect, with joy, with good intentions, only to be assaulted by this fury. We had paid, we had planned to tip generously (we had pulled out a ton of $1's when we came in), we had planned to stay and dance and celebrate our community—and suddenly, everything was torn apart by pure absurdity. When our friend left, another of us approached the front desk, confused and seeking understanding. Instead, the staff’s response was cold and dismissive. The owner, completely unprofessional, snarled at her—"Oh, you're with him? Then you can get the f#%! out too!” and then, outrageously, threw her cover into her face. I am overwhelmed with shame for this place. How did we become enemies simply for being there? For being part of this community? The behavior of the staff, the owner, and the performers during that night was unforgivable. We were kind, respectful, and innocent—but we were treated like pests and like threats. Our visit, which should have been a night of joy, ended in chaos, humiliation, and aggression. Myrnas once stood for so much more than just a bar. It was a haven—an inclusive, loving space. But now, if someone there holds a grudge against you, if they personally dislike you, you are unwelcome, discarded without explanation or dignity. Chris, you inherited a legacy of love and safety, and instead, you’ve allowed it to rot from within. Your management, your staff, your performers—they have wrecked what Myrnas used to be and you are allowing it to slowly dismantle what Myrna spent his life building for this community. And for what? To serve your ego? To hide behind a false image of progress? And I shudder to mention, but it’s heartfelt: Chris, you charged my friend for drinks and food he never received, assaulted h
I am disappointed to have to write this, and it breaks my heart to even put these words into the universe. But it must be said, because what happened at Myrnas went beyond disappointment—it was a profound loss of what that place once stood for, a betrayal of the sanctuary it used to be. I used to love going to Myrnas. I remember when Myrna herself ran that place, and it was more than just a bar—it was a refuge, a safe harbor in Alaska’s often cold and unkind acceptance of the LGTBQ+ community. There weren’t many gay spaces back then, and I cherished every visit, feeling embraced, protected, and free to just be myself. Myrna’s was more than a bar; it was a symbol of hope, of acceptance, and of community. But now, that sacred space has been stained by cruelty and neglect. There were signs of change, I thought, when Chris took over. The place was given a shiny new face—an alluring facelift with a fresh menu and genuinely great food, arguably some of the best bar food you could find. I clung to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But I was wrong. It was all surface—an illusion of progress. Last Thursday night, my friends and I showed up to celebrate a beautiful homecoming, to share joy and memories. We paid our cover, ordered our drinks, and looked forward to a night of reminiscing and fun. But within an hour, everything turned into a nightmare. One member of our party went to check on his drink and food when suddenly, the owner stormed over—without warning, without reason—and physically pushed the bartender out of the way. Then, he erupted into a storm of curses and insults directed at our friend for no cause, his words dripping with venom. Our friend was visibly shaken by the aggression and confused yet calmly asked what was going on, but all he got was vile and unprofessional—"Shut up, you piece of s#$%!" (He called him a piece of s@#$ half a dozen times during this encounter). Completely uncalled for behavior. Our friend, already distressed, came back to the table to get his phone and tried to explain he was being asked to leave, but before he could finish speaking, the owner barked at him, "Shut up! Do not say anything about this! Dont talk to anyone!" All of us looked on in disbelief—shocked, hurt, embarrassed, and helpless. We had come with respect, with joy, with good intentions, only to be assaulted by this fury. We had paid, we had planned to tip generously (we had pulled out a ton of $1's when we came in), we had planned to stay and dance and celebrate our community—and suddenly, everything was torn apart by pure absurdity. When our friend left, another of us approached the front desk, confused and seeking understanding. Instead, the staff’s response was cold and dismissive. The owner, completely unprofessional, snarled at her—"Oh, you're with him? Then you can get the f#%! out too!” and then, outrageously, threw her cover into her face. I am overwhelmed with shame for this place. How did we become enemies simply for being there? For being part of this community? The behavior of the staff, the owner, and the performers during that night was unforgivable. We were kind, respectful, and innocent—but we were treated like pests and like threats. Our visit, which should have been a night of joy, ended in chaos, humiliation, and aggression. Myrnas once stood for so much more than just a bar. It was a haven—an inclusive, loving space. But now, if someone there holds a grudge against you, if they personally dislike you, you are unwelcome, discarded without explanation or dignity. Chris, you inherited a legacy of love and safety, and instead, you’ve allowed it to rot from within. Your management, your staff, your performers—they have wrecked what Myrnas used to be and you are allowing it to slowly dismantle what Myrna spent his life building for this community. And for what? To serve your ego? To hide behind a false image of progress? And I shudder to mention, but it’s heartfelt: Chris, you charged my friend for drinks and food he never received, assaulted h
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