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| I Got Mine at Dick's | |||||||
By John Fredrickson
Everyone knows that when you come to Vegas, you better bring your “A Game.” You have to go all out; it’s Vegas, baby! But being from a small Midwestern town, I don’t always want to get into the scene. Sometimes, I just want to belly up to some finger lickin’ cooking. After scouring The Strip for such a place, I discovered my oasis in the halls of Excalibur Resort and Casino…Dick’s Last Resort. I knew it was for me the minute I walked in and heard sarcastic waiters barking at customers…and customers giving back as good as they got. As I ventured farther, I was surrounded by tacky trinkets strategically placed everywhere. My favorite was the line of bras hanging above the bar, each proudly signed by their past owners. When I finally found my way to my table, actually a bench, my waiter pproached and briskly said, “Hey bub, silverware is optional but the bib is a requirement.” He proceeded to tie a lobster-style bib around my neck and tossed the menu my way. I had a hankering for something messy and there was plenty to choose from. At first I considered one of their Big Ass Burgers but ultimately settled on a slab of sauce-dripping ribs along with the tallest, coldest beer they had. After a few bites I realized the value of the bib and was thankful for it. When I finished, my waiter yelled from across the room “Hey baldy! Any room for cheesecake?” to which I replied, “You bet…and smile when you call me that!” To say I was comfortable is an understatement. Now that I’ve found Dick’s on The Strip, I’ll be sure to add it to my lineup of “must dos” whenever I’m in town.
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