Different Casino, Different Burger

Hick and I headed south for the buffet-banning casino on Tuesday. I gotta say, I really miss their buffet. Now we have to eat at the only eatery open, which is a grill just off the casino floor. The food HAS improved from what it was right after (THE DAY OF) the buffet closing. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I called my sister the ex-mayor's wife to see if they wanted to join us. She said she'd get back to me, since she had overnight guests arriving at her house Tuesday, late-afternoon, and she was going to be making supper, so needed to be home earlier than we'd planned. We finally agreed to drive separately, which takes away a good part of the fun on that 90-minute trek. However, it shaved an extra hour travel time, each way, off mine and Hick's trip, since we wouldn't be going by to pick them up. The drawback was that we'd be leaving earlier, and I'd have to get out of bed before 9:30!

Anyhoo... it was OLD PEOPLE DAY at the casino. If we played 250 points, we could get a $10 food credit. Of course we were game to gamble away more than $10 to get $10 free food! It was practically a bargain!

Also, there were drawings every half hour to win cash. Two winners every 30 minutes. I was a little disappointed none of us won. On the way down, I'd mentioned to Hick, "I hope Sis wins a drawing today." And he said, "Forget about Sis! Why can't you hope I win a drawing?" Heh, heh. He's so self-centered, our Hick. The Ex Mayor has won a couple of drawings in our casino travels, and I've won more than him. So I was wishing for Sis. I'm a giver like that.

We were a little late getting lunch, since low-rollin' Sis hadn't earned her points yet. More on that tomorrow, maybe. We all ordered separately, since we had the $10 credit. Since Hick and I got a combo, it went a little over $10, which we paid for with player's points from our player's cards. So... FREE LUNCH, even though we drove three hours there and back, and gambled money.

Hick had gone through the line first, and chose the table. Not very well. I didn't think we'd have room for our food and that giant wire basket of condiments in the middle of that square table.

"Why are you here? We won't fit. Let's move to that one. Are people sitting there?"

"No. I don't think so. It looks like they're gone."

A couple paper straw wrappers were on the table, and a couple napkins. We set down our sodas, and started gathering up the trash. This was two square tables together, with six chairs. Of course Sis arrived right then.

"EWW! Why are we sitting in somebody else's trash?"

"We're cleaning it up right now."

"Well, I see YOU took the clean end, and left the dirty end for me and Ex Mayor!"

"We've picked up all the trash. Besides, surely you don't expect us to sit down at the DIRTY end, and leave the clean end for YOU!"

"Here. I always carry wet wipes (she and Hick are the only two people who call them that), ever since I took care of Babe for five years. We always had to wash our hands before eating."

Sis wiped off the table, and was so caring of other people (unlike The Pony) that she even gave Hick a wet wipe to use on our end.

By then, the food arrived. I had the BBQ Bacon Double Burger, with fries.

Here, I flipped its lid for you to see the inside.

It came with a fried onion ring, pickles, and onions. I asked for no lettuce (tasteless, ruins a burger) and no tomato (slippery, not worth the mess in public). The only complaint (you knew there'd be one) was that they skimped on the BBQ sauce. The fries were hot and crispy and none were rotten. And no, my bun is NOT laying on the table, but on napkins.

Hick had the Mushroom Swiss Burger with fries. The Ex Mayor had a Caesar Chicken Salad (already prepared, picked up in a clear box from the cooler section). And Sis had the Garbage Nachos.

Let the record show that we've had the Garbage Nachos before, with varying success. I must say, Sis had a heaping pile this day, and almost made me wish I'd ordered them. However, as with most things, Sis must add a twist. Perhaps you get the name, Garbage Nachos. That refers to all the stuff they put on them. Sis asked for hers with ONLY MEAT AND CHEESE. Heh, heh. Even the lady taking the order smirked and chuckled. "So you want the GARBAGE Nachos, with nothing but meat and cheese?" Yeah. That's my Sis.

I regret that I didn't get a picture of anybody else's food. Oh, I thought about it. But they already think I'm a weirdo, so I didn't remind them.