Dug’s West Indies Then and Now


One of the more colorful places in Carson City’s history was a little restaurant and bar named Dug’s West Indies. It was located way at the northern edge of town, a little ways before the highway started climbing to the Washoe Valley. It was run by a fellow named Captain Dug Picking, who from all accounts was quite a character. A former Merchant Marine, Captain Dug found himself landlocked in Carson City and established a genuine Tiki bar serving Polynesian food and colorful drinks. The restaurant was decorated with tikis and sailing paraphernalia: fishing nets, ropes, anchors, nautical flags, seashells. It boasted a “Shark-Infested Men’s Room.”

Most everything I have been able to find about Captain Dug comes from a thread on the Tiki Central website and a Record Courier article talking about Dug’s other endeavor, the never-realized Windjammer casino. One of the posts in the thread is from an employee at the West Indies, describing Dug’s character.

Dug would address all adult males, “Governor”.

He loved telling stories to the clientele, and I remember them bellying-up to the bar just to hear a good story. I never heard him repeat one. He did have a little fun with the tipsy, “know-it-all” clientele: he kept a bridge compass near the middle of the bar area and a nautical map behind the counter. He would bait and bet the uninitiated by telling him that Carson City was farther West than Los Angeles. (He explained to me later that, since Los Angeles is actually on the Pacific and Carson City is east of the Sierras, we create a spatial error. I know. I did it too!) After a few flabbergasting moments, out would come that map and the incredulous client would have to buy rounds or some such.

My experience with Dug was that his personality set the mood of the entire restaurant. He was equally cheerful with a restaurant full on a Summer’s evening or on a sparse, snow-jammed Winter night. This may sound like a gush, but who would deny Dug a little hero-worship?

He said that he and Victor Bergeron went “way back,” and told ever-growing, ever more embellished stories of their years of carousing and drinking their way around the Pacific Rim, and how he got the best of Victor sometimes and sometimes not.

I got to watch Dug earning his fame with his “Blue Mai Tai,” from-scratch Pina Coladas, grogs and flourish drinks (he cheerfully did five and seven-layered Pousse cafes on-demand.) He didn’t water-down or scrimp on anything for the guests. Nothing in the place was inexpensive, and, conversely, nothing was cheap. …except for the endless tape loop of Hawaiian music that he had wafting through the place every night.

Dug also created a series of liquor decanters themed after Nevada brothels. These decanters have turned out to be very popular with collectors. A selection of the decanters can be seen below, and the full collection can be found at www.dugsdecanters.com.

An article from 2007 about one of these collectors fills in a little more of Captain Dug’s story.

The decanters were made from 1976 to 2000 by Dug Picking, a sailor turned Nevada restaurateur. Picking was born in Estonia, but began traveling the world on the high seas at a young age. In 1954, Picking settled in Nevada, where he worked in restaurants, bars and casinos. In the late 1960s, he opened his own place, Dug’s West Indies in Carson City, specializing in Polynesian Chinese cuisine.

His first two decanters, made in 1974 and 1975, featured nautical themes and were sold at his restaurant. The following year, the owner of the nearby Moonlight Ranch brothel asked him to make one for the ranch.

The decanters were so popular, other brothels began asking to have their establishments immortalized by Captain Dug. He eventually made 47 brothel decanters and a few unrelated bottles. The numbers produced, however, were small. Some had as a few as 700; others as many as 1,500.

The designs and the limited numbers have combined to make the decanters rare and, in recent months, extremely valuable. A bottle in mint condition recently sold for $700.

Around the late 70s/early 80s Captain Dug ran into financial trouble caused by the failure of his Windjammer project. He sold the West Indies to new management and left town. This picture shows the restaurant after Dug’s name had been scrubbed from the sign. By all accounts, the restaurant went downhill after Dug left.


I’m not sure how much longer the West Indies remained open. By the 1980s that area was no longer “way out of town”. In the 1990s the dusty side road next to the West Indies was expanded and renamed College Parkway. A brand new Super Kmart was built across the street. But the West Indies did not survive to see any of that. A survey of aerial photos of that part of town tells the story of the southeast corner of College Parkway and North Carson Street. In 1990 the West Indies building was still there. In 1994 it was an empty lot. And by 1999 something new was on that corner.

1990, 1994, and 1999

The “something new” was Carson City’s brand-new state-of-the-art Burger King restaurant. For 20 years now this corner has been the home of the Whopper, rather than the home of the Blue Mai Tai. And the charm and character of Carson City is a little poorer because of it.


  1. He had a drink called the “sufferin b@$tard”, 4 different kinds of alcohol. Went down real easy and then hit you over the head. The food was really good.

  2. I worked for Dug and his executive chef George during my Jr and Sr years at Carson High. Dug was a windy guy with his stories which endeared him to his customers. He was a great guy to work for, fair and funny. George, however, was a right ass most of the time. Many a night I wanted to stuff him up under the broiler. But he also had a good side and went out of his way to feed the staff well. Dug made the atmosphere and made everyone feel welcome and special. Too bad about the Windjammer; I would have followed him there had it worked. Heinz, the guy he sold the West Indies to was an alcoholic putz and ran the place into the ground. It was a special place out of time in Carson City and when it closed, the city lost a great landmark, great food, great drinks and even good, albeit sappy, Hawaiian music on the tape loop.

  3. I have the entire collection of brothel bottles that I’m interested in selling. All are in their original boxes. How can I determine the value of the collection?

    • We would be interested in buying if you still have the collection and if reasonably priced. It would go on display in my office and if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to get info about you and how you came to procure them to add as a write up on the collection. You can email me at mel@sextys.com

  4. I worked there as a kid my brother was a waiter and I’d wash dishes and it was truly awesome back in the day

  5. I met Dug after he washed up on the beach in Cuyutlan in the Mexican state of Colima, after his catamaran got torn up in a storm and he managed to get to the beach. That was in the mid 80’s when I regularly visited another friend in the area who had taken him in and given him a place to stay after the marooning. Cuyutlan is famous for its Ola Verde, “green wave” and it is a monster. Somehow Dug, being the old sailor that he was, survived and made it to land before dawn after his boat sank. Surfing was easier down the road at Playa Pascuales but Dug wasn’t a surfer he was a salty dog merchant marine.

    He came back to Manzanillo, in the state of Colima every year after that, in his fully decked out Greyhound bus, always towing his beloved VW Safari and we spent many fun times together up until I eventually left Mexico after one tequila sunrise too many. I was in touch until he died and I last heard from him and his girl friend I think around 98 or 99. He told he many of his sailing stories, one of which was of a German U Boat that shot at his lifeboat after their merchant marine ship was sunk in the Atlantic during WW2. He said that he had lived in a boxcar in Harbin China at some stage with his family, possibly running from Nazis during WW2 and from there somehow ended up a sailor until he managed to get washed up in Nevada of all places. Is there a Holocaust tale in there somewhere? I can’t tell you…but I always assumed that his name was “literary” and that his tales of casino shenanigans and intimate portraits of people like the legendary Ice Pick Willy and many others in Vegas or perhaps Reno left more questions unanswered than ever. He was one of those guys you meet that you don’t forget and I have only good memories of him. I never saw him lose his temper or break his word once given. That is the reason I have been thinking of him today and having found this website decided to add my ten cents. Wherever the old sailor is I wish him peace and strong winds to continue his journey in the heavens.

    Berlin Germany.


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