Stupid Reno. In the end, that’s all I can say. It’s always the same. Good times, money up, money down, chasing free drinks, ridiculous food and then the blur of events comes crashing to an end and you find yourself crawling back up over the hill on I-80, wondering just what in the hell happened. Stupid Reno, I can’t wait to go back.
This trip to Reno was the familiar blur of booze, money and food that makes the Biggest Little City such a fun place, but this time one aspect was different. (And no, that was not coming home rich.) There are traditions one must adhere to when in Reno: casino hopping, breakfast (at any time) at the Top Deck in Cal Neva, and picking up a ridiculous souvenir at one of the shops along Virginia Street. This trip however, uncovered a new tradition: Bertha Miranda’s Mexican Food Restaurant and Cantina.
