[Pigging by Wilfrid: April 5, 2017]
If you haven't been, let me assure you that the Las Vegas Strip is not as glamorous as you might think. Even if you thought it wasn't very glamorous, it's just a bit less glamorous than that.
This is especially true at the top end, around a gentle bend, where you lose sight of the Bellagio's fountains and Caesar's Palace. That's where I was, staying at the Palazzo, which is nice enough, and even has better smoke extraction than most of the other casino's I've visited.
So it's past the rather smaller fountains of the Treasure Island casino, up a ramp, and into a long, under-populated bar and grill. Noticing the servers were wearing cowboy hats, I assumed the bar was a tribute to the veteran rockabilly performer Mickey Gilley, who seems to be still on the road; and indeed there's more than one Gilley's, and they're part of the overall Gilley corporate venture.
The specialty is barbecue, but I just wanted a burger; and since my good judgment had expired for the evening, I ordered one based entirely on the menu description (the menu is a studied exercise in Hee Haw-style hilarity:
Bob Wills Burger* Sweet Gilley’s Jack Daniel’s BBQ sauce, swinging guacamole, crispy onions and pepper jack cheese on custom bun of course, aaah haaa!
It was the "aaah haaa!" that did it. Texas Playboys fans will understand.
The sweet sauce was the undermining element of course. The burger, as far as I could tell beneath the toppings, was fine, and topped with one of the largest portions of guacamole I've ever been offered.
Another beer and the check, please.