Ah, the lure of mardi gras beads being passed out by the gussied-up showgirls standing out front was enough to draw me inside this small casino on Fremont St. They have slots only....no table games that I saw.
In the back is some kind of snack bar (maybe a Nathan's Hot Dog stand - can't remember) where they sell deep fried twinkies and oreos. Sounds gross to me, but having never tried one I'll reserve judgment until after I've had the experience, if I ever get up the nerve.
I did order a hot dog (I was drunk) from the cracked-out tweaker behind the counter. Geez, what was I thinking? The 2 or 3 tables were absolutely filthy, as was the adjoining men's room.
I guess this is all part of the FS "experience". I suppose it could be fun if you are totally inebriated with a group of friends, but it really is a dump.