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It seems like whenever I take a cab from the strip to Fremont Street they drop us off outside of Binions. This last time, I got out on the street side and nearly got run over by a RTC bus (HAULING ASS into a sea of pedestrians and cabs). The driver honked at me as he/she went by in a blur. To the driver (in case you missed my finger, but read Yelp reviews), fuck you! You have no idea who you honked at. After that incident, I made a quick pedestrian right turn into Binions to regroup, cool my heels and RELOAD my middle finger.
Binions is a dive casino. Nothing much is new. It is decorated in everything dated and dark. And, there are cocktail waitresses (with classic beehive hair) who you just know wear GRANNY PANTIES. Disclaimer: no personal knowledge here, just an educated undergarment guess. God bless these gals for being dedicated to their trade.
The drinks are cheap and there are lots of drinkers (and animated tipsy serious gamblers hitting the tables). Even though I quickly move on to fancier Fremont Street digs, I often find myself drawn back here in the early a.m. to finish myself off with a grilled cheese or chicken fried steak (accompanied by a cup of stout coffee) in the diner. Back in the day (when the diner had a cool row of stools at the counter) you were seated side-by-side in a MURDERERS ROW of late night Fremont street characters. Binions is always worth stopping at.