While I regard Ketchikan as a charmless burg made worse by industrial tourism, I make exception for the cozy k.y.c. and their quaint shack-on-a-barge clubhouse. We picked it quite arbitrarily--it's next door to the customs dock.
By chance, we arrived on Friday, just in time for Members' Barbecue and they treated us like visiting royals.
GOOD STORY: After dinner, shipmate and I asked where to get a cocktail and were directed to The Wheelhouse. Other guy thought we weren't "tough enough for The Wheelhouse", and told us about the big fight between Smith and Jones just last week in which Smith bit off Jones' nose and spat it on the floor whereupon it was eaten by his dog.
Firstguy replies, "Yeah, but that won't happen again, they have a new policy ....
No dogs."