So last week I was staying at Sam's town and coming back from visiting the Indian smoke shop downtown I was at the corner of Fremont and the Boulder highway. Any coincidental cartographic and geopolitical similarly to the five points area of the acclaimed movie were not noted at the time somewhat to my chagrin. I noticed the silver saddle casino on my left and thought I would check it out since I had heard less about it than the longhorn or jokers wild and being a curious being I thought I would stop in for a gander along with the usual beer and quick vp session. On first arrival it seemed quiet and poorly maintained but as I have been to the Western I thought how bad could it be. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior I found out; pretty sad indeed. Two out of service blackjack tables and a couple of dozen older slot machines were taking a third of the area up. The other side had a stage and large bar area with a dance floor and some assorted tables taking up the rest of the space. Before I got 4 steps into the place security approached and asked if I had any guns or knives on me. My first instinct was to ask: "why? Do I need a weapon in here? " but I decided to just say no instead. As a first I was asked for a patdown. Granted I was wearing my 27 pocket foreign war correspondent vest with room for enough firepower to take down a small country or dingy Mexican cowboy dance club come casino but as a fat bald middle aged white guy I am not usually considered to be a threat to anything besides all you can eat restaurants. Patdown accomplished I siddled up to the bar put a twenty in a machine ordered a montejo beer because that's what was postered everywhere and set out to lose my money in poor paytable vp as fast as I could down my highly unremarkable cerveza. After a couple minutes I was down to 15 bucks and a third of a bottle of beer I switched to dollars so I could bolt for the door before the 3 sullen gentlemen at the other end of the bar noticed the obvious tourist interloper into their sad existence. Of course on my last deal I went on a winning streak of flush followed by straight and decided to play down to the nearest 20 and cash out. After a full house and a 4oak I was up to 180 and decided to call it a day. Cashing out took longer than expected as I had to get the attention of the bartender/waitress/barback to pay me. (future note if a casino/bar has twice as many security personnel as serving personnel just turn around and leave) Then came the moment I dreaded as she counted out my winnings, luckily this was not her first Rodeo so the count was done quickly, quietly and in English to give me the best odds of leaving with my full bankroll intact.