07.24.2003 (Thursday), 11:59 PM

Strip Searching Meat

it's really the most "Vegas" thing you could do...

Jan saw a show on the Food Network all about pinching pennies in Vegas. On that show there was a place that had a bunch of food, in large portions, for about 99 cents. Each. Woo-hoo.

Therefore, we started our quest to find this place and (potentially) sample the fare as disgusting as it may be. The star attraction was a 3/4 pound hot dog. Jan was simply not going to leave Vegas without getting her fill of prime tube steak....hey, wait a minute...

Since the kindly rental car company saw fit to fix our rather broken trunked first car (piece of shit Sebring...) with a 2004 RED MUSTANG CONVERTABLE (!), we felt that it was in our absolute best interest to start at the Stratosphere (top of Las Vegas Blvd--the "strip") and cruise (yes, cruise...) the strip down to its bare, naked bottom.... At night. Past 11 pm. With the air temperature stuck at 95 degrees. With the stereo blasting (ok, as much as you could "blast" jazz...we're pussies, so sue us). With the top DOWN. With the air conditioning on "MAX". We cruised until we hit the WalMart (end of the strip, quite fittingly). If we could have parked in front of the Monte Carlo and sat on the hood catcalling foxy girls and hunky boys walking and driving by, we would have.

Before we got down to party with Sam Walton beyond the Mandalay Bay, we then spotted Jan's nirvana: The Westward Ho and the 3/4 pound hot dog. More tomorrow...

Posted by wjc