the best steak house in vegas

 in the early 70 s the first internation feedlot finals were held in las vegas. i had been fortunate enough to qualify in the mixed roping with my bosses wife.  it was the weekend following thanksgiving .  it was COLD , they had to get big propane burners to thaw the ground in the outdoor arena.  the hotel reservations were fouled up,we ended up in a nice motel down town , that turned out to be the vegas headquarters for the naacp. us being the only caucasians there during a time of racial strif e . but with all that we ended up 2 nd in the mixed roping winning a pretty good check and a new resistol hat, the top of the line at that time.
    after the horses were put away, chores done the boss, beaming with pride, announced he was buying supper at the best steak house in town. my wife and i had our new baby boy along and being as we had moved to a room in the same motel as the boss we called for a baby sitter from the hotel staff. my wife, wasnt sure about the deal but a 60 ish lady arrived to watch the boy and put our minds at ease.
   we met the boss and his wife in the lobby and he insisted we get a cab. once in he told the driver we wanted to go to the best steak house in town. i could see the drivers face and he rolled his eyes as he looked in the rear veiw mirror. soon he pulled into a gravel parking lot of a plain brick building. the lot was full with high end cars. proof that it was a good place to eat. after telling the cabbie to come back we paid him and went to a gold painted door. as it opened we could see red carpet, chandaliers, people in evening growns and suits. there stood 4 shit kickers in boots  and wranglers with resistols. the maitre de  was a bit apprehensive  but he seated us in the rear of the dinning room. the other diners looking at us like a thourobred might look at a mexican donkey.
       the menue was simple, 2 or four dishes of steak with a few choices  for side dishes.  the boss ordered drinks and porterhouse steaks, big feed. yes it was good, large cuts of meat and cooked to a turn. one thing made me nervouse, no prices on the menue.  well it was the bosses call. when the check came after the second round of drinks i thought the boss was going to gag. 325 dollers . now remember this was in the early 1970 s. that was a lot of money for working folks.  we split the check even tho he had made a big deal of paying for it. i let him handle the tip and we got the hell out of there!! that cab driver was no where to be found with it below zero. if that cabbie had shown he might have gotten choke, but the boss did say he wanted the best!! we found a ride to the motel, found our son sleeping and the baby sitter watching tv. next day we got the hell out of vegas!!