Downtown Buildings That Would Make Great Bars (Part 4): Theatre 3

by Perry Champlain, Resident Drunk

Today's building is one that---as I did my research---has made me feel melancholy. What's worse is that The Republican almost ended up here which would have made this baby a dream come true. So let me just get through this.

Picture straight up stolen from Historic Fresno. No link available cause I'm too sad.

It's so hard to find out any information about this place. Googling "Theatre 3 Fresno" is too broad of a search and it kicks back just about all the information it could. I'm amazed I stumbled across this picture.

I don't even know what's going in this place. A marketing firm? A law firm? Idunno. Whatever it is, it sucks.

Like...do you know how many times I've walked past this place and had straight up visions of sitting all lonesome at an old wooden bar, knocking back whiskys after a long day? Or drinking with some pals, clinking glasses at the coveted tables in front of the windows? Or, the best one, smoking a cigarette on a cold winters night, illuminated by what I assume would be a red neon sign. It's late and downtown Fresno is quiet, but me? I feel as alive as I've ever been.

I can taste it. I CAN TASTE IT. Why are these dreams gone from me? What have I done to you, o' God of Fresno? Why would anyone turn a beautiful old building downtown in to anything but a bar?

I need some air. I need to breathe. I want to feel something again. ANYTHING. I'm getting out of town for a bit. I don't know when I'll be back. I just don't know.