Unfortunately the drug store closed a couple years ago, but attached to the drug store is a greasy spoon called Vickie's Diner. I think before Vickie's it was called Tiffany's Diner, but I killed a lot of brain cells in the 70s so I can't really be sure.
Back in the day this was a meeting place for players. We didn't have cell phones so to meet up before or after a play this was a central location. This or the Peppermill. So it was only fitting that when I arranged to have breakfast this morning with an old Vegas scuffler he said, "Meet me at White Cross." I said, "I think they closed." He said, "The diner is still open. Best breakfast you'll ever have."
He brought a couple friends, and I listened to stories from the old days. Stories about Puggy, and Amarillo Slim, and guys still alive who I can't mention in order to protect the guilty.
I could listen to guys like this for hours. And I would have but they were off to a golf match with a couple big name poker players.
Was it the best breakfast I ever ate? Well, no. But if you are looking for a piece of Vegas history you might want to give it a try. Just be warned, this isn't the best part of town. In the parking lot on the way in there was a guy swinging a 2x4 at another guy who then pulled a gun. The first guy dropped his 2x4 and ran, but the gun owner chased him down the street. I never heard shots so I'm sure it was fine. Besides, the police were busy across the street at the Stratosphere with a guy threatening suicide. Just another day in Paradise.
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