Last summer we took a ride to Pahrump.

You take that road heading west past the Silverton Casino and keep on riding a little north of the setting sun depending on the time of day. A pictuesque ride through the hills and over the desert maybe due north- west to be exact and almost at the base of Mt. Charleston.

I guess their main claim to fame is a museum dedicated to the world's oldest profession and Terrible's Casino smack dab in the middle of town.

For some reason we only vistited Terrible's for a brief spell and all I can really recall of that momentous occasion were the plump chickens lined up precisely on a rotisserie grill doing a coordinated can-can dance just as perfectly as the lovely ladies in New York's Radio City Music Hall.

It was a little early, so we didn't imbibe in the tasty looking morsels; but I fully intend to return some day and order one or two.

Directly across the street from Terrible's appeared to be a vacant lot, but in actually it was the less than secret underground silver vault of Mr. Binion's.

I guess he liked Terrible's too, and plump roasted chickens.

And maybe even the museum!

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