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| - This is the city, Las Vegas Nevada, in the mid 1970's a gem in the desert where gambling is legal, patrons are greeted by name, and you can get most anything you want with a fat handshake containing a folded bill. My name is Skacey, I carry a fond memory for the town that once was.
6:12 pm. I make my way to one of the classic watering holes that remembers those years. The Dispensary has been in Las Vegas for many, many years. When it opened, the strip still had the Dunes, Landmark and Hacienda. The tragic MGM fire was still years away.
This place remembers what was, and has remained true to that memory. Before there was Celine, there was Debbie Reynolds. Before Penn and Teller there was Melinda, the first lady of Magic. And before there was Cher, oops, nevermind.
As for the experience today, I was enchanted by the wheel, comforted by the carpet, and delighted by the service. This is not some faceless chain bar that stamps out a clone on every corner. The propriator still walks the floor and spends the time to not only greed her guests, but make them feel like a member of the family. That, my dear friends is what we once had in Las Vegas.
The food is glorious and mysteriously low priced. If you use a credit card, there is a minimum charge of $20. In most bars in the valley, that's two drinks. Here, you can eat a large meal, have some drinks, and likely invite a friend before you hit that minimum.
The bottom line, you should come see what started this decadent mecca in the sand. Places like The Dispensary make up the fabric of what holds Las Vegas together. Try it out, if you find that it doesn't match your tastes, you can always go to one of those clone bars.
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