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Angie’s (Bargain) Lobster

Angie’s Lobster, with seven restaurants in Phoenix, has come to Las Vegas.

Angie’s is well known in the Valley of the Sun for its $9.99-$10.99 lobster rolls, made possible by Angie’s owning a wharf in Maine, buying lobster and seafood right off the boats, and processing it all in its own plant nearby. Then, Angie’s ships the product to Arizona, and now southern Nevada, in its own reefer trucks. The owners opened their first shop in Phoenix in 2021 after selling Salad & Go, which has 150 locations throughout the Southwest.

We wonder if this is the future of “fast food.” It’s definitely fast and amazingly inexpensive, but it’s several cuts above Carl’s Jr. and KFC; it is lobster after all.

Also, it’s completely cashless. You walk in and go right to one of three ordering screens, which are pretty easy to navigate. The first screen shows you the meals that come with fries and a drink for $12.99. If you want a la carte, you change the screen with a tab on the top nav. Other tabs take you to the drinks and add-ons. If you want a receipt, it’s digital, so you have to input your phone number or email address.

Angie’s menu also features shrimp, snow crab, and cod rolls from $6.49 to $10.99, along with two breakfast rolls (eggs and bacon, eggs and lobster) and French toast ($3.19-$7.99).

We went twice, once when it first opened just to see, the second time to try everything by feeding the office. We were unimpressed with the snow crab roll. We also got four lobster rolls, two chilled, two warm (for $1 extra). Even if you’re eating at Angie’s at one of six tables inside or six outside on the patio, 32 seats altogether, there’s no real reason to get the warmed-up lobster (by the time we got the food back to the office, both were room temperature). We also tried the scallop roll, clam roll, and a side of fried cod ($2.99).

Even with the big order and a busy room at lunchtime, we were in and out of the place in 13 minutes flat. Very efficient and, as we say, fast. The only time you see anyone is when they call your name to pick up your order at the window.

The lobster was a bit mushy, but tasty. The cod was big, firm, and moist, though mostly tasteless, like most whitefish. The clams, however, stole the show. Big, juicy, and tasty, they melt in your mouth — again, surprising for fast food. The scallops are small, but definitely scallopy. Melted butter and tartar sauce come in small sealed plastic bags. The only thing missing are lemon wedges. But the house-made lemonade is an adequate substitute.

For the six rolls a la carte, side of cod, and lemonade, the bill came to just over $63 including tax.

Angie’s is located on the south side of Blue Diamond a half-block east of Decatur.

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Wall Street weighs in

Due to a variety of pressing issues, such as Big Gaming’s rebuff by the 2024 electorate, the last round of earnings season got pushed onto a back burner. Time to make amends. Let’s start with Wynn Resorts, whose results were described by J.P. Morgan analyst Joseph Greff as “mixed.” Which is never what you want to hear from Wall Street. The news from Las Vegas and Boston was good, that from Macao less so (an 8% undershot). In the latter, Wynn missed projections but was still better than the competition.

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From Flyover Country; Adieu, Woo

Before we get to individual states and how they did in October, today we are in receipt of some very concerning news from Jefferies Equity Research. Namely, that regional casino markets are seeing a downward trend in foot traffic, with October -4%. This isn’t good news for anybody and particularly bad for those markets that never rebounded from Covid-19. Should the economy tank in the next three-six months (and we have reason to believe it will), Jefferies is the canary in the coal mine. And with that cheery thought …

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Election Special: Mixed message

By the time you read this, most of the 2024 election will have been decided. It happened faster than expected and probably without another malfunction by that musty anachronism known as the Electoral College. There will be much furrowing of brows about What Happened and What Does It Mean—but not here. That’s above our pay grade. One national-level result worth mentioning that the elevation of Sen.-elect Jim Justice (R), outgoing governor of West Virginia, means that the Senate now counts a casino owner among its ranks. Beyond that …

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Atlantic City & other distractions

Atlantic City dip; Another strike in Motown? 2

Expect many cries of anguish and much rending of garments from Big Gaming over the September casino grosses from Atlantic City. To hear them tell it, the Boardwalk is going to dry up and blow away any minute now. What’s the latest provocation? Last month’s tally of $230.5 million was 6.5% down from last year—but 3% higher than pre-pandemic 2019. And there was one weekend less than last year, which ought to soften the blow. iGaming, meanwhile, was a bonanza, leaping 27% year/year.

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Gratitude? Hell in a Hand Basket? Both?

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

It was to be the best of times and it turned into the worst.

Who knew I’d be home a month after my August Vegas jaunt and be GRATEFUL I have only two upcoming surgeries?

I arrived on Wednesday evening August 21 for yet another Bobby Vegas “so many casinos so little time” special trip and what a trip I’d planned: two celebrity interviews lined up, two trips to The Pinky Ring, hangin’ with my new buds the Hooligans and Bobby Wilson, 30% off the new super-hot Disco Show at Linq, even a gambling tournament.

On my first night, I had a good dinner at Rainbow and chased 75X points on a positive breakeven $15k progressive at 2 a.m.

At 11 a.m. Thursday … BAM! I slammed into a kidney-stone wall.

Many of you, I’m sure, are aware that pain, especially excruciating unrelenting pain, tends to change things — perspective, priorities, relationships. Everything. And since I couldn’t pee, it kept getting worse.

Three trips to Urgent Care on Rancho at Charleston led to full CT scans, blood work, and catheters. Due to the bleeding, I wound up in the emergency room at UCM and 2½ days in the hospital. After I was discharged, which turned out to be a mistake, I rested for two days in my hotel room, flew home, had emergency surgery, and spent five weeks on a catheter. But you know what? I consider myself a winner — just to have survived this horror show with the odds stacked against me.

And here’s one for the ages. Arriving home at 11 p.m. after an absolutely horrific trip, I turn on my house radio and out wafts,

“Sometimes the lights all shining on me.
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been.”

As a fully qualified Deadhead (with 45 shows in my past), I called out, “HEY JERRY! Man, are you speaking to me from the Grateful beyond and is this some of the ol’ magical Dead synchronicity …or just chance?

It’s now five days later. I’m relatively pain free for the first time in 12 days. Okay, I am sore from the kidney-stone surgery, but that’s it.

Now, how do you know you’re a stone-cold Vegas scuffler? After all that, I still made sure I piled on enough action not to lose my vaunted max-discount casino status before the end-of-third-quarter casino review. Only then did I hobble home to North Carolina, catheter in tow.

Grateful for friends who showed up, Medicare and supplemental insurance, and my home.

And after I read the September LVA, all I could think about was when can I get back to Vegas?” The adventure continues.

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Lucky House

[Editor’s Note: This is a guest review from friend of LVA George Antanakos.]

The closing of Chinglish out at Charleston and Rampart did away with the best dumplings and dipping sauce in the city and sent me on a hunt for dim sum outside of Chinatown.

Enter Lucky House Seafood Restaurant. Located on Durango just south of Flamingo, it opened early this year and as soon as I walked in, I knew it was authentic: Several gorgeous golden-brown roasted ducks hang near the entrance. Also, it’s a great sign when I’m one of the only non-Asians in the place and it was busy on a random Wednesday at 2 p.m., not exactly prime time.

We ordered up the dim sum and tried a couple of other dishes. We found the truffle and regular siu mai ($6 and $7, respectively) above average, but couldn’t tell the difference, so the regular is the play. The true dim sum stars at Lucky House are the shrimp; the har gow and shrimp-and-chive dumplings were sublime.

We also ordered the “roasted pork” entrée, which is actually pork belly. If you like juicy fatty belly with perfectly crispy skin, this is the dish for you. The kung pao chicken was the big surprise. It’s usually a disappointment, even in Chinatown, but at Lucky House, I tried unsuccessfully to recall another kung pao that even came close. I’m not easily impressed, but this is a must-eat version.

The bill came to $78.03 with tax, but not tip.

All in all, Lucky House is an excellent option and a hidden gem, especially if you don’t want to fade the traffic and parking issues in Chinatown.

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Atomic Golf Drone Show


Las Vegas’ first “residency” drone show is sponsored by Atomic Golf on Thursdays at 9 and 11 p.m.

We’ve read various accounts of the number of drones that perform the show. It’s somewhere between 200 and 1,000; it varies from week to week. But no matter how many there are, it’s an impressive display of coordinated flying and technology.

In formation, the drones assemble themselves into intricate images. Like the number of drones, the images change from show to show. For ours, they comprised words and logos, golf clubs and tees, a U.S. map with Las Vegas starred, the Vegas Golden Knights symbol, and more.

The show lasts exactly 10 minutes.

It all takes place just beyond and above the driving range, so when viewed from inside Atomic Golf, the towering posts holding up the fencing that encloses the range obstruct the view somewhat, as you can see in the photos. But that matters mostly for photographers (like us); for spectators, it doesn’t really interfere with the entertainment. The best view from Atomic Golf is bay 402 in the far north corner of the fourth floor.


The best view overall is probably from the top of the STRAT parking garage, but unless you have Nevada license plates (free for locals), parking will run you $20. No grace period. There’s free parking at Atomic Golf, but none was available when we drove in.

It was our first drone show, so we thought it was pretty cool and impressive. It’s definitely worth seeing for a quick cheap thrill and you can take in the grand new entertainment venue while you’re at it. The shows are scheduled to run Thursday nights through the middle of October.

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Junior’s Cheesecake, Resorts World

Junior's Cheesecake, Resorts World

Junior’s Cheesecake was founded in 1950 in the heart of Brooklyn on Flatbush Avenue (and DeKalb). The original restaurant remains in place 74 years later; Junior’s has four other locations: two in Times Square, one at Foxwoods, and the 300-seat venue that opened at Resorts World in late February in the space formerly occupied by the Kitchen. Junior’s is, essentially, Resorts World’s new coffee shop.

Junior’s is renowned for the best cheesecake in New York City and beyond, with 25 varieties, plus rich and fancy cakes and pies, along with pastries, brownies, cookies, and more.

It’s also a full-service deli and New York-style diner, with a huge menu of breakfast items and soups, salads, sandwiches, steaks, seafood, barbecue, and chef’s specialties.

On our visit, we opted for the cup of soup and half-sandwich ($19.95), in order to try the matzo ball and corned beef. But the half-san comes on a roll (on the menu, it’s actually called a “plain roll”) and you can’t substitute for bread.

We weren’t about to have a Jewish-style-deli corned-beef sandwich on a hamburger bun (it’s against our religion), so we got the full sandwich (also $19.95, with the soup at $7.95).

We snuck a photo of the half-san on a bun from the table next to ours. Pretty weak.

The sandwich was big, as expected, but not among the better corned beefs we’ve known and loved — dry and tasteless. It comes on marbled rye (so much for good Jewish caraway-seeded rye, let alone double baked) and the house-brand mustard was bland. Likewise, the matzo ball was big and light, but the soup was really salty, indicating the lack of chicken-soup finesse. And the $29.15 (before tax and tip) left us even more unimpressed.

We also got a slice of cheesecake to bring back to the office. That did live up to its reputation. Everyone agreed: rich, creamy, sweet with a little tang, firm rather than full of air, with a soft crust. Redemption!

We’ll probably give Junior’s another chance in the breakfast or all-day-dining department, but so far, we’re considering it go-to place for a decadent dessert.

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Bobby Vegas: My Mirage Memories Are Many and Good

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Shim Lin. Simply incredible. Glad he relocated. I went with Mr. H who loves magic and we were both dumbfounded. Shim stands there stock still, sleeves rolled up, palms out, and cards appear and disappear. No props, just magic. It’s amazing.

Then there was The Beatles Love. Three times. Last year I took clients and warned them, “Guys, this will totally blow your minds.” “Yeah yeah, Bobby. C’mon, let’s get a drink.” We were up close. And all they could say was, “OMG!” I took Hector, in his 20s, and he was stunned that I knew the words to every song. “Hector … it’s THE BEATLES.”

The Secret Garden was Vegas’ best-kept secret. I begged people to go and watch the baby dolphins swimming with their parents and the white tigers. What a great respite from the frenzy of the Strip. Few took me up on it, though anyone who did thanked me profusely.

I had a nice suite compliments of Laurence Scott when we were working on my Non-Linear Dynamics Recurrence Theory Roulette project together.

And I really miss the Carnegie Deli. Pastrami and latkes, oh my.

Finally, the grand slam. Well, more of a hole in one.

With one of my lighting manufacturers, Charlie and I had landed a really nice deal with Guy who lived in Vegas. We wanted to do something special. So Guy suggested they play a round at Shadow Creek, Steve Wynn’s ultra-exclusive high-roller golf course. At the time, the only way was to stay at a Wynn property and it was still $500 each to play. So Charlie and I flew in and were staying at the Mirage. I got there first and the receptionist said, “I see you’re playing at Shadow Creek. Oh dear, we seem to have a problem. I need to put you on the 24th floor.”

I didn’t know what that meant until I opened the double doors to a suite that was literally larger than my condo back in DC. Old school, with the TV rising from the foot of the bed.

Anyway, I don’t play golf, so it was just Charlie and Guy. They had an early tee time and we agreed to meet afterwards. They had major grins on their faces.

“So how was it? How was your game?”

They looked at each other, broke out in giggles like two stoned schoolkids, and exclaimed, “We met Michael Jordan! In the locker room!”

“We were changing after our round and he walked in asked us how our game went!” And they started laughing again.

“So? How was your game?”

“Who cares? we met Michael Jordan!”

All I could say was, “One question. Since you were changing, what was it? Boxers or briefs?”