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| - This place is a trip. When you walk in off the strip, you have to walk through a construction tunnel. There are barely any signs outside to announce that any business is still active. Once inside, the casino is so old that the slot machines may as well be from the times, when I was a teenager. The ceiling is slow. The air conditioning is set on energy-saver mode. There is an elevator that takes you up. I mean I pushed the button. I couldn't quite tell, if it was moving up or merely idling. The light for the buttons was broken. The air conditioning definitely didn't reach in there. Sweat was pouring down my front, back, everywhere. "Las Vegas has them now," the line from the movie Hangover flashed in my head. There definitely was no telling, if I'd get out of this elevator.
Eventually, the door opened one floor higher. The restaurant was equally aged. The web site promised farm fresh produce. That made me think of healthy food. It's not healthy. It's super sized Southern portions. OMG, I had a tower of waffles with a pile of fried chicken on top. Someone stabbed a knife through it to keep it from toppling. It was at least a foot high. The plates were made for giants. This place is really about the portions that are so over the top and over the top again that your eyeballs fall out. It's like a freak show of food. It's definitely worth the experience of checking it out once.
I recommend splitting an entree with a party of 10. And, be sure to ask for a wolf-pack-sized doggie bag.
Hint: There are coupons floating around.
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