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| - Ok, I am now a San Francisco snob. If my food is not being cooked by a Top Chef reject, served by an actress/waitress, and not locally sourced at organic farms, I think it is McDonalds.
As a long time casino visitor thanks to my father's gambling interest/addiction, I have been to more buffets than my stomach can handle, so it was a nice upgrade to go to the steakhouse.
It is classic fancy/shabby Vegas restaurant, a place which caters to the medium rollers at Fremont, who eat at home 51 weeks a year so they can blow their cash in an old time Downtown casino.
There was nothing really interesting with the decor or service, nor do their customer base want better. I was a little dubious about my menu selections, especially when he made me get the T-bone special (despite getting a free food comp).
Anyway, the steak was very tasty and so was the sauteed mushrooms and the asparagus with Hollandaise sauce. And like a big boy, I ate the whole thing, pleasing my father's choice to allow me to have a steak.
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