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| - What can I really say about this place. The only reason I still have to come here is because I usually have no choice. There is free parking at Main Street Station and we all know that Main Street Station has a bridge to the California. It's the easiest way to get to Fremont Street.
A lot of my Yelp friends already know the story about how I had a very violent past. I couldn't find a job, my girlfriend left me, and I was living in a car. Now, being a former law school student who is unemployed, and living in a car will do some really f*cked up things to your mental state. I became obsessed about getting revenge against society for the atrocities they had committed against me, and I made the decision to come to Las Vegas to cheat, assault, and steal my way to the top. Around June of 2009, I began living on Fremont Street under an alternate identity. I lived at the Golden Gate due to the room rates being $17 a night back then. But, every 2 weeks the hotel would kick me out because they had a policy stating that no guest could stay over 14 days. So, that's when I would stay at the CALIFORNIA for a few days. Back then I was a total degenerate and had accumulated so many comps at CALIFORNIA that they would send me frequent mailers to stay at their hotel for free. The CALIFORNIA is such a low limit casino that if you throw around a few Green Chips for only about an hour, you will get tons and tons of free room offers in the mail for months.
They also have a restaurant named PASTA PIRATE. I know that name sounds really stupid, but the place is actually pretty good. I don't know where the hell they came up with the name "Pasta Pirate"?? I personally would have named the place "Pasta Platypus" "Pasta Pervert" or "Pontius Pasta Pilate" or something like that...
Most the clientele here are Hawaiian. The vast majority of people I run into are Japanese-Hawaiian or Korean-Hawaiian. Also, the theme of this casinos is very Hawaiian/Tropical. They really should change the name of this casinos to sometime more Hawaii related. The name CALIFORNIA just doesn't make sense here.
Recently, I decided to try the Hawaiian restaurant near the Ogden entrance. The moment I walked in, I was approached by a woman with fake bleached blonde hair, who kept telling me she was "half-asian". I tried to ignore her, but she kept going way out of her way to try to get my full attention. She kept constantly letting me know how good looking she thought I was. Now, I am one of those guys who get offended when a woman tells me that I am "good looking" because that statement is literally the biggest understatement of the century. So, when she said that to me, I immediately rolled my eyes and replied: "Pfftt! Yeah, I know." Well, she just wouldn't stop no matter what and kept letting me know that she was "up for doing anything". 9 out of 10 times, I would walk away from this, but I had just gotten off work and was really tired so uncharacteristically I was like what ev-, and I left with her. The moment we got up to her room, the horror occurred. She practically got me ready to go, and then this messed up looking dude comes out of the bathroom in his underwear. At that moment, I was like "Oh My Fucking Gawd! It's a trap!" I was ready to fight my way out, through the narrow hallway(just like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRBwvIX7Sao ), but then the chick tells me that the guy is her husband and that he wanted her to find a 2nd guy for their bizarre alternate 3-way. Believe me, I never ran to an elevator that fast in my life. I was lucky to escape that time. Typical day in Las Vegas for me...
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