Jul 10
25
Holy Deep Fried Twinkies!
I was fooling around downtown Las Vegas last night on Fremont Street. This was my first trip of the summer. I would have gone sooner, but it has been so terribly hot. Last night it was 102 at about 8pm, but a friend who just moved here wanted to go. So, off we went!
1/2 Pound Prime Rib Dinner at 777 Cafe is $8.95
We were hungry so our first stop was the 777 Café inside Main Street Station. My favorite place to park is the huge, free parking lot in front of that casino and my favorite place to eat Downtown is the 777 Café, which we call “The Triple 7.”
Waddling down to Fremont Street after that huge meal was a breeze from there. I noticed the bums who are usually hanging out on the side of the street with the train car were no longer there. I wonder if the police finally made them move along. Maybe they are in shelters because of the intense heat lately, who knows?
"David Bowie" and "Elvis" posed for a photo for me. Note how "Bowie" is keeping my business card in a safe place.
The first bit of fun we encountered was the star impersonators. David Bowie and Elvis were posing for photos for a tip. “Elvis” was claiming to be an illegitimate son of the real Elvis, given his mom dated him for a few years during the time he was born. Uh-huh. And I have a great deal on a house in Vegas for ya.
There were a lot of impersonators on Fremont Street last night, more than I have ever seen before. Fake Elvi, Gene Simmons, Spiderman, and various others were mugging with tourists and collecting their tips. Most of their costumes were really well done. Given they were in that heavy garb in that horrible heat and our current 30% humidity, I think maybe that deserves a tip right there! They really add a lot to the carnival atmosphere on Fremont Street and were a lot of fun to watch.
Tourists from San Deigo mugging it up for me while eating their deep-fried Twinkies
No trip to downtown is complete without surviving the grease-laden smog inside the Mermaid’s casino to taste a deep fried Oreo. My friend really wanted one, as she is a deep-fried Oreo virigin, but the line was too long. Also, the “Oreo Nazi” wasn’t working that night and really, he is half of the fun. Dare to hem and haw in that Oreo line, I challenge you. Instead we had some fun with some San Diegans who were chowing down their deep-fried Twinkies. Yep, they have those there, too! They were great sports and were having a lot of fun on their vacation to the little glitter city of old Las Vegas. We went on to more adventures, with my friend’s deep fried Oreo virginity still in tact. There is always another day.
Aw, true love, over a greasy Twinkie at Mermaid's Casino
