Opening the Cannery

This morning, I joined my friends Walt and Terry, an elderly couple with whom I'm close and refer to fondly as my Fairy Grandparents, for their uniquely Las Vegas ritual: They always go for breakfast at a new casino the Saturday after it opens. So off we went to the newly debuted $250 million Eastside Cannery! The place is in our part of town anyway and seems poised to compete mostly with Sam's Town just to its north.

Overall, it's a cute place, serves its function well as a mid-market value joint with a mid-century aesthetic. Breakfast was adequate; we had decent coffee and shared an excellent breakfast burrito along with a rubbery plate of Frosted Flakes-coated French toast. (I did not do the ordering; Walt and Terry did it before I arrived but then Walt went home before I got there because a neighbor called them to say their poodles had gotten out of their backyard and were wandering the cul-de-sac. Drama.)

Here's the coffee shop, which was jammed at 8 a.m....

...and the sportsbook that was less so.


Terry admired the furnishings, especially these very mid-century tables and chairs at the lounge on the sportsbook's edge...


...and I was amused that so many locals were there at that early hour to stand in line for their players' club cards...


I asked a guy in line if there was any sort of giveaway. Sometimes they hand out coolers or movie tickets or some other such prize to lure 'em in. But, no, they were just standing in line to get their cards so they could start earning points.

Which reminds me...I found these on a couple of the slot machines and had intended to hand them in to somebody but spaced it as I walked outside to take the first photo in this post.


Do you think Marissa Smith or Erlinda Falconer need their cards back? I don't have any of these cards, so I don't know. I assume if they go back, they'll get new ones with the same balance?