If
you want to see old Las Vegas, then you
have to visit Freemont Street. If you
want to really see Freemont Street, you
have to see Fitzgerald’s. You will
know you are at Fitzgerald’s when
a man offers you a free spin on a slot
machine if you will take a flyer for “2
for 1 fried Twinkies”. You’ll
say to yourself, “hey, didn’t
The King like fried Twinkies with his
amphetamines?” And there he will
be, The King, talking to a stripper desperately
trying to take off her stiletto snakeskin
go-go boots without popping out of her
costume. And you will KNOW… baby
you’re in Vegas!
Long before the geeks in the turtleneck
sweaters started hiring Hollywood dropouts
to run their shows on The Strip, places
like Fitzgerald’s were going strong.
You could get off the plane and within
fifteen seconds you were playing poker
with armed cowboys from Arizona. There
was no Brandied Goat Cheese Pizza or Chicken
Teppanyaki with Mango-Shiitake Soup.
Look,
I’m not saying that the dozens of
dazzling, modern age hotel-casinos that
line The Strip aren’t worth seeing;
what I am saying is that when your done
with Elton John, Celine Dion, and Danny
Gans you’re going to want a little
Wayne Newton and The King!
At Fitzgerald’s you will find such
deluxe eateries such as Mr. O'Lucky's
Ice Cream Shoppe, Molly's Coffee Shoppe
& Buffet, and McDonald’s. No
need to drop $150 on a plate to barely
aged crabmeat here. Just sit at the table,
pick a horse, light up an unfiltered Camel,
and wait to see if you have to walk back
to the hotel instead of taking a cab.
And if you do win, it’s Wake Up
pills for everyone! Come on 21!
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