Once I get home I’ll do a proper post on America; the Chinese takeaway chains, shambolic coaches, and irritating habit of adding tax at the till. You’ll be glad you live in Runcorn. Or Canada.
Vegas is astonishing though. Believe me, it’s better than going to the real Eiffel Tower and Pyramids. Fake Venice is less convincing, coffee is marginally cheaper here.
We walked the strip, saw the free stuff, and I managed to get out of seeing Celine Dion as it was $566 each.
The lovely Cem from Gwynedd A Mon CAMRA had given me some tips, including one for $3 suds at Ellis Island Brewing.
He lied. They were $2.50 (plus “keep your own”).
In fact, the guy at the pizza concession told me to stand at the gaming table to get that price, rather than his four bucks.
Choice of five from the in-house brewery (one was “coming soon”), with exciting names like Pale, Light, Weiss and Stout.
In a sterile atmosphere (there‘s not much banter in a casino), and with two “minors” in tow, we couldn’t enjoy it, even with a view of the exciting brewing vessels.
It was tame beer as well, the sort you’d expect from one of those brewing and bowling places in Watford. The Stout was marginally better than an anaemic pale, but you can see why Yanks like Sam Smiths.
BrewPubs, like pubs with a dozen handpumps in the UK, are often a fashion accessory rather than a mark of quality.
Still, I might get to pay £20 for a keg Bass at Gordon Ramsay’s pub later.
Perhaps you can work out how much the craft beer in “H from Steps” bar costs per pint.