I’m on vacation, sort of. Visiting some family in Las Vegas. I was rambling through the strip the other day and stopped to lose five dollars in a penny slot machine. That’s about my tolerance for gambling. What does that have to do with Kobe beef? I’m getting there…
I was playing a machine on the edge of a walkway in the Wynn. I have some misguided sense that perhaps the machines closest to the floor traffic might pay out better. They don’t. I am fully aware of this. I still try to force the issue. I had just about finished losing my five bucks when a very unhappy older gentleman came walking my way, wife in tow.
“Do you like sushi?”
When I answered affirmative he handed me a card. Continue reading