Old Vegas. You are really just a step above you're ugly cousin, Reno.
But Binions...oh, Binions...
You are kind of like Ballys' skanky auntie. You know, the one no one talks about since she came out of rehab. The one who likes to wear all that flashy gold jewelry with open toe shoes and you know she hasn't had a pedicure in a few years. THAT auntie.
I sat in silence as I watched El Hub and friends play craps. Of course this was after the picture taking adventure with the Mr. T little person standing outside. I proceeded to observe two older ladies with matching fanny packs try their luck on the "QUEEN: FREDDY MERCURY" slot machine. How many times can you hear "Another One Bites the Dust" over and over? I wasn't willing to find out.
Not really a breath of fresh air from Fremont St.