Truly one of if not THE most unique of all Vegas info sites. This is one of the passages that had me double over and rolling in laughter on the floor
Next door, the Gold Spike is not closing no matter how hard it tries. It's more like an 82-year-old emphysemic on life support and oxygen at the Bingo Parlor: secretly hopeful and determined to survive, at least until the $1000 "Blackout" game. The stench has never lifted, and a friend once described it as "an ashtray filled with rotten sausage stuffed into the pocket of a dead man." The smoke is heavy enough that you can clear a path by windmilling a hand in front of you.
CLASSIC !!!
Next door, the Gold Spike is not closing no matter how hard it tries. It's more like an 82-year-old emphysemic on life support and oxygen at the Bingo Parlor: secretly hopeful and determined to survive, at least until the $1000 "Blackout" game. The stench has never lifted, and a friend once described it as "an ashtray filled with rotten sausage stuffed into the pocket of a dead man." The smoke is heavy enough that you can clear a path by windmilling a hand in front of you.
CLASSIC !!!