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| - I suppose I won't be able to get too many first reviews in Vegas from now on, so I'monna jump on this!
When I lived on West Sahara, I used to go past this place all the time. It used to be a video poker bar that looked too intimidating for me to go into and was shut down for a while. I saw them put a dumpster out for several weeks and guys were picking the place apart. Eventually they put up some new, non-lit signage. On a side note, this was when golden Steer down the strip mall, decided the recession was bad enough to try and open for lunches, but that's getting ahead of my review for them. I must focus, huh?
There was a time on nights my g/f would work and I would have a night off, I would walk around the area for dinner or exploring. I missed the "grand" opening of the place, but this place looked inviting enough that I wandered in one night and there were only a few people at the bar. Inside looked clean and well lit at the bar area. The surprise was there were a couple of bartenders (as opposed to one bartender per every hundred customers) and someone setting up the DJ area for another connecting dancefloor room.
I got a beer and checked out the plastic bar special promo cards and fliers on the bar and the bartender told me to help myself. There was a food setup behind where I was. Dude, you had me at FREE EATS. They had roasted garlic chicken and veggies and bread and things. I devoured that up, roller!
The bartenders were talking to this couple at the other end of the bar about their strategies of winning and something else. Damn it, I appear to be getting "Saget Ted HIMYM memory gap," I hate that. But one thing you can always be sure of at a bar, listening to people's gambling strategies. I do listen to them, eventually something interesting comes out of it despite the fact that 97% of it is fluff and exaggeration. We all know, if the system worked, they wouldn't be sitting at a little bar off the strip. I would only take actual gambling advice from a Phil Hellmuth, Jean Scott or yes, a woman I met at MGM who I found out won the lottery back in her home state 4- FOUR times. I never told her I knew. She had very odd behaviors before I found out. Funny how someone's quirks become eccentricities when you find out they're rich. Or a porn star.
So one of the couple nails a 4 of a kind- confirming at least a competant level of their length of play to match their stories- and let's say a few rounds of drinks were given to all us around the bar! All 5 of us. Different mixed shots, for me that's a wow. Because it took me my 20's and most of my 30's- meaning all- to learn to not have more than 2 types of alcohol in one night or my stomach would become a bobsled race nobody wins. It either goes up or down, thru the goddamn fence.
So, in 4 hours we're all pals, telling stories and crying on each others shoulders, FUCK YOU, I love you maan. Guys are so bipolar on shotskis. I decided for one last beer to "taper down" and be on my merry. I said my goodbyes and checked out. My tab? 2 beers, $6. I paid more for the tip!
So, basically I had a buffet and 6 drinks for $15! I woulda paid over $30 for that experience. the magic of Vegas. A good long wlak some helped the sobering pro-cess. I went back many times after. while I heard about the vid poker couple coming in, I didn't see them again. The bartender knew me after, that's for sure.
Good times roll!
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