This cross he did a hovel located down in the basement of Planet Hollywood was to me as big of a surprise as one could possibly imagine in terms of hoping for a culinary delight in the heart of bustling Las Vegas instead I found myself in the midst of what seem like a black exploitation film comedy or I was being hustled my brothers from the hood.
Now when I say dirty that's an understatement the place had a grimy vibe in the carpet stuck to the bottoms of my feet that is when I wasn't tripping over pieces of frayed edging are the odds piece of tape that had stuff gone to the side of a pothole that was located in the middle of the dining area
- The food was drastic I would have to say that if I had a gun and I had an option to make a choice as to whether I would put the gun to my head and take my own life or perform the ancient ritual of Harry Carey or eat at the spicy not so nicy basement hovel in the bottom of planet Hollywood I think I would choose one of the first two options.