Celtic Drink, Grub and a Taxi Driver Scam
Trip Start Oct 10, 2008
5Trip End Oct 20, 2008
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It was a fine Sunday in Las Vegas with the sun splitting the trees so Wifey and I who still had another week to enjoy the pleasures of Sin City decided to strikeout on the bus to the Orleans Casino for Sunday Night American Football. Our final destination was to be McMullan's Irish Pub where TA members have reported finding thirst quenching pints of beer and great pub grub.
Bus 108 stopped near the dining cars that are on display between the Plaza Hotel and the Main Street Station and I was armed with schedules and route maps and how could you beat the price $2.50. (Correct change required) The bus runs to McCarran Airport on Paradise Road and passes Las Vegas Premium Outlets, Terrible's, Hard Rock and the Hofbrauhaus. You then you transfer at Tropicana Boulevard and board the 201 heading west crossing Interstate 15 and the Orleans
The bus transfer was interesting because the stop for the 201 is at the end of the runway of the airport. The wind was blowing the correct direction so the planes were pulling up from the runway and roaring a couple of hundred feet directly above our heads. It was awesome.
We arrive at Orleans and headed into Brendan's Irish Pub for a pint and to watch the games as the Phillies and the Dodgers were also playing. After a complimentary beer and a few hands of video poker we walked next door to McMullan's. The restaurant portion of the facility was not crowded but we headed to the bar with video poker machines and order a round of Guinness.
The place was lively enough and there appeared to be authentic Irish folk in the crowd. The pints went down well and we became hungry. Wifey ordered the bangers and mash (sausages and mashed potatoes) while I had the Sheppard's pie. The quality of the food was great and the portions were huge and the price was very fair so we enjoyed our visit to McMullan's.
With a very full stomach and feeling a bit sleepy we dropped by Brendan's for and Irish coffee and then went outside to grab a cab back to downtown. There was no line for taxi's so we hopped in and asked to be taken to the Plaza. The driver a middle-aged male was very chatty and asked about the Orleans
So there Wifey and I stood piecing together what happened. As she was getting out Wifey saw me hand the driver a $100 bill. The driver obviously wanted to separate us to pull the scam so he quickly made sure Wifey was deposited on the sidewalk while me his mark was left to fend for myself. By the time we figured out what the taxi driver had pulled he was probably halfway to the Sahara. Oh well lesson learned. Las Vegas seems to have gotten to be dog eat dog atmosphere. Maybe it's the bad economy that is forcing people to cheat the tourists. I just wish I would have lost the dough to a one armed bandit but that driver has to live with his guilt.
We spent the remainder of the evening casino-hopping underneath the canape of the Fremont Street Experience.