What’s In A Name?

I’m trying to get into the regular posting thing, and also trying to get back into posting more Vegas-centric adventures.

For those who didn’t know, the Gold Spike casino on Fremont Street closed down about three weeks ago. Not that one would know this, of course. All the “Open” lights are on, and the building is lit up like a Christmas Tree, but inside, it’s quite vacant.

Closing day at the Spike.

Closing day at the Spike.

I’ve said this in earlier posts, but Vegas has a weird regard to its own history. Nothing lasts. Nothing. From the Strip to suburbia, anything is given to shutdown and demolition at any given time. I suppose it’s great if you want a city that provides “new” all the time, but for anything established… don’t get too attached. If it lasts 10 years, it’s practically eligible for registry in the historical society (not that it would do any good).

I’m sure Gold Spike will reopen under a new name as Downtown is the “hot ticket” spot for remodeling these days. But I don’t expect much from the name. Vgeas has taken a weird trend to naming its casinos of late. We have the “M Resort”, Fitzgerald’s has been renamed “The D”. Imperial Palace has been renamed “Q” (or “The Quad”), and Sahara, when it opens in 2014, will be renamed “SLS”. Either casino companies have become lazy, are creatively spent, suffer from idiocracy, or a combination of all three. In the spirit of Cinco de Mayo, I suggest that the Gold Spike should be named “ñ”, and I’ll collect my fat naming check now, if it’s all the same to the casino owners.

Snark aside, I have been going on a few adventures, one of which being The Heart Attack Grill.

Yes.  They give you hospital gowns.

Yes. They give you hospital gowns.

It’s a place that lives up to its name, as two people have died there, including one of their unofficial spokesmen. It’s cash only. Everything is cooked in lard, and they have (not shown on the outside marquees) a 8 patty burger that can come with 40 slices of bacon.

The burgers.

The burgers.

In other words, this place doesn’t screw around, even with its drinks.

Jell-O shots.

Jell-O shots.

To it’s credit, the service was very friendly (Tracy, the “head nurse” was a delight), and the food wasn’t bad. I went sensible and ordered a single patty burger, some chili cheese fries, and a Mexican Coca-Cola. It’s heavy food, and I think anything more would have been far too much, but for my personal experience, it was fun, no doubt in part to the constant loop of ’80′s music videos they were playing on the big screen. Seriously, who plays Culture Club anymore?

The single burger.

The single burger.

Bon appetit!

Bon appetit!

But I had a lot of things going on this week. For those who have read earlier, I got a ticket in January for simply holding my cell phone at a stop light here. So court and fees were in my future, and in an effort to reduce my fine, I opted for community service. I don’t mind volunteer work. I worked non-profit for a year and a half, so I know these businesses appreciate all the help they get, so I opted to help the homeless with the Las Vegas Rescue Mission.
Las Vegas Rescue Mission.

To credit, it was a very nice place, and the people were friendly. I helped clean around the facility, and got to eat with everyone during lunchtime. They even have a decent thrift store. So it wasn’t a burden to do at all, though I am tired of my “hardened criminal” ways, and have decided to reform to be a productive member of society. After doing “hard time” I visited a friend of mine who does acupuncture to get my crazy back sorted out. Once again, she helped patch me up, and I didn’t look like I fell on a Lego set as much this time.

The weekend was nice. A quick stopover to The Village at Lake Las Vegas, along with a side peek at the neighboring Water Street District (I think that may be a whole other post: Places in Las Vegas that don’t look like Las Vegas). I also got a chance to rollerblade and enjoy brunch at Tivoli Village with some of my best friends on Saturday (Don’t be fooled by my willowy frame, I need the exercise). And I also got to enjoy Free Comic Book Day, and the 16th annual “Lei Day” over at the California Casino. A small event, but I was all about eating mass amounts of Hawaiian food. It was about this time three years ago that I did my own trip to Kauai, after all. I need to find my way backs to the islands, stat.