Fremont Street is a bustling hub of weirdness in Downtown Las Vegas, where you can catch sight of obese old men in little speedos and bunny ears next to scantily clad nuns all posing for photos with tourists. A Pee Wee impersonator may pop up and uncharacteristically shout at you for payment should you try to take his photo without tipping, and some days you might even encounter a Spiderman on Spiderman turf war, or a hyper Power Ranger dancing it out with an oddly proportioned Minnie Mouse cousin. There are relatively cheap drinks flowing and lots of gambling options to try your luck, but the further you walk from the glistening balcony of Fremont Street Experience, the quieter and quirkier it gets. We decided to stop and pop in to the El Cortez a little ways east of Fremont Street experience and try their white russians, since that's been a thing with Antho recently. If it's good enough for The Dude, it's good enough for us. We were a bit surprised to learn that they were not a cheap drink down in this neck of the woods, so we stopped at the two as we'd already sampled one earlier up the street. While they weren't bad, we'll likely stick to making them at home or going to Casino Royale near Harrah's when we're not busy. It was fun people watching, however, and we got shouted at by some lady who approached the bar and loudly asked a question of everyone in the general area (about a lighter or a match, or something)... good times. The El Cortez isn't a bad option if you're looking to stay downtown and don't want to pay an exorbitant rate for being on "the" street (Fremont Street Experience, that is). It's not going to be the classiest of accommodations, so you likely won't hobnob with any celebrities during your stay, but you never know. This is Vegas, after all. Anything can happen.
Cheers!
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XOXO,
NAU
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