We're back, just couldn't update further during the trip. After Battista's, we went back to the condo and the injured tendon in my knee refused to allow me to walk or stand any further, so I took a big prescription dose of Aleve and conked out.
The Buttery Nipple wasn't bad. Not something I'd normally order, but pretty good. Normally I drink a beer, a mojito, or a margarita because those are the only drinks I seem to have a taste for anymore
The following day, we went to Hash House A Go Go for breakfast, and Older Boy finished a Fried Chicken Benedict for the 2nd time in his life. The waitress was so impressed that she signed a menu for him.
We swung back by the condo to pick up the friend who'd come out there with us, and while he rolled dice at Golden Nugget, we went to the Mob Museum. It opened just a few months ago in the old federal courthouse by the downtown Vegas casinos. That place is way cool. History of how Las Vegas came to be; history of the Mob; history of the Mob in Vegas. There's even some mention of Sam Maceo and his family down in Galveston and their connections with the Mob. After our tour, we chatted with an author who had a book signing there- Andrew DiDonato, former associate of the Gambinos-turned-government witness-turned-author. That dude has done some bad, bad stuff in his life. He was really interesting to talk to, and was excited to see the boys so interested in the museum. He pointed at Older Son and told him, "You don't do what I did. You graduate high school, go to college, and make somethin' of ya'self." Older Son didn't blink a bit, just politely responded, "Yes, sir, that's what I want to do." I highly recommend the visit there if you go to Sin City, whether there are any reformed mobsters present or not.
Afterwards, we picked up our pal and headed back to the condo for a few. Dinner was at Thomas Keller's Bouchon in the Venetian, where they had specials for Bastille Day, including the bestest bleu cheese I've ever eaten. The hubby ordered a pink martini with a raspberry floating in it for me- again, not something I'd normally order- but it was pretty good (like alcoholic raspberry lemonade), so I humored him. I didn't have any duck fat French fries this time, but the boys did, and they were once again in lurve. That place is well worth the money spent to go even once. Afterwards, we strolled through the hotel and casino, and I picked up girly souvenirs for my two girly friends back home who'd requested them.
Still fairly worn out from the 4-hour museum tour, we went back to the condo and crashed for the evening.
