I still remember the first time I sat down in this nostalgic Nevada casino diner, tired from a long night and craving something hearty.
The prime rib feast arrived on a simple plate, no fuss, just a massive cut of slow-roasted beef, a baked potato, vegetables, and a warm roll.
The meat was tender and pink, seasoned with a steady hand, and the price made me check the bill twice. That is the beauty of this classic tradition, served every single day to locals who know better than to pay strip prices…