The casinos always bring me up here and I'm surprised what good deals are available at some resorts. I'm curious what resort or local business deals the locals enjoy here.
Some of my favorite are: Legends Bay $8 filet Mignon and eggs, $6 late night smashburger and fries. Boomtown also has $10 chicken fries steak or boomtown 15.99 prime rib special, etc. Hinoki for $28 ayce sushi lunch is amazing too. Still have yet to try rack city rib specials for $10 half rack and beer. Cal Neva had decent steak but got hate crimed. Nuggets deals were alright but service was non existent
What are some of the hidden gems for great bang for the buck meals in reno?

So I took a edible and went to Texas Roadhouse last night, and I love steak. But recently I have really been loving Prime Rib, and once our food and everything came it. It started to kick in, don’t get me wrong everything was super good, especially the prime rib. But I look up at my boyfriend and said “This is just wet beef jerky” and he laughed and shakes his head at me. Is this wrong? Or was it’s just the high me cooking?

Just complaining in the company of folks who would understand. On the one hand, it looks like I’ll be fed at this wedding today. (Yay!)
On the other hand, it’s just vegetables. Vegetables. While everyone else is enjoying prime rib or tenderloin tips, I get … vegetables. (Boo!)
It’s been 16 years now. You’d think I’d have learned to live with it. But no, I just can’t even anymore.
At least my teenager can drive if I decide to drown my sorrow in wine.
Sigh.

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By the time we made it to Doc Roberts, my battery was sitting at 230/1560 and I was feeling like flattened shit.
Doc Roberts was an older gentleman, with wisps of white hair ringing his mostly bald head like a halo and a turkey neck held in place by a shoestring tie. His office was in his house and featured various anatomical posters on the walls along with a selection of instruments that could be mistaken for medieval torture devices. The posters showcased the innards of Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and other races with little notes indicating the various different organs. It was fascinating to see the differences between the races, the way they were all similar, but contained fundamental differences. Dwarves have two livers and two spleens, by the way.
“You got a hell of a constitution, boy,” Doc said, handing me a vial of cherry-scented liquid that burned like bad whiskey going down. While my wound had healed and I wasn’t bleeding anymore physically, my guts still hurt something fierce. A few seconds after draining the vial my battery stopped bleeding points, leaving me with 180/1440. “Pretty sure you got shot in the liver, which is a death sentence for most. You shoulda died ten minutes ago by my reckoning.”
Silas cocked an eyebrow at me, but said nothing.
“What I owe you Doc?” I said, mentally grabbing my wallet in a death grip. Medical was never cheap, even in a fantasy world.
“Thirty silver for the elixir, 5 for me,”
“Can I buy one of those elixirs from you?” I asked.
“Certainly,” he said, reaching into a cabinet for a vial of the vile substance.
“Neat trick, that” he said when I pulled the coins from my inventory. “The towers don’t reach this far out. Silvertown is in a dead zone. Town’s been petitioning them wizards to build one for years now, but with the mine drying up, they don’t want to invest.”
“Definitely a trick to it,” I said, rising from the table and doing a buck-naked quick change back into my Bounty Hunter outfit, which had been cleaned and pressed while in my inventory. “Thanks for everything, I’m feeling a lot better now.” Which was true. My guts had settled and felt bruised instead of like they were filled with liquid fire.
“What prompted you to go after those other two?” Silas asked as we walked back to the inn. Night was rapidly approaching, shadows deepening as the last of the sunlight faded behind the mountains.
“Opportunity presented itself and I took advantage,” I said. “You think there are more around?”
“I have no doubt,” Silas said. “Sleep with one eye open tonight.”
I nodded, wondering how I was going to manage that. I was exhausted, bone tired, and wanted nothing more than to sink into a comfortable bed and sleep like the dead.
I could barely keep my eyes open through dinner, which was a thick steak and some sort of asparagus-like vegetable. Silas insisted that I eat the heavy meal because I needed to replace the blood I’d lost. All I know is that it was the best damn steak I’d eaten in a long time and I was surprised when the last piece had vanished off my plate.
Upstairs, I snuffed out the magic rock-light on the wall and lay on the bed for a few minutes fighting sleep before rising and rolling the blankets into the semblance of a human figure and propping myself up in the corner of the room. I figured I would have a good shot at anyone that came through the door. After ten minutes of misery I finally had a grand idea.
Opening the window, I stepped onto the balcony and eased my way to the corner of the building and then shimmied down the post to the ground. A minute later I was in the stable with Horse and getting comfortable for the night.
“Wake me if anything interesting happens,” I said, rolling up in my blanket and dropping straight to sleep.
[Enter Dreamland? Y/N]
Hells no.
Horsey thoughts nudged me from my sleep, filling my mind with the image/scent of a dozen other horses that had arrived nearby. My inner clock read 4:18am and my battery was up to 710/1440. I was only feeling half dead instead of 95% dead.
I swapped the unprimed bullets in my pistol with primed Lightning, taking heed of my talk with Silas earlier yesterday. I was shooting to kill, because sure as anything these men intended to shoot me dead.
I left the stable door open and mentally instructed Horse to be ready for action. He sent an image of me stepping in a Horsey-pie.
A waning moon greeted me as I eased out of the stable, activating [Stealth] as I approached the front of the building. Shadows draped around my shoulders like a cloak while some innate sense pushed me towards the thickest patches of darkness. My boots were nearly silent on the ground, each foot placed in time with the nervous shifting of the horses only a few dozen yards away now. Snatches of conversation reached my ears.
“…bastards roughed up John and Saul pretty good…”
“…we’ll take the kid, ya’ll get the old man…”
I counted ten horses, six with riders. The front door of the inn opened with a loud click, prompting me to begin a countdown. It should take them about 20 seconds to reach the second floor.
When my mental sandglass ran out, I signalled Horse. He burst from the stables in a gallop, passing by the outlaws with a loud neigh that shattered the stillness of the night. Hands went to their guns as their heads jerked around, their eyes following the riderless horse as it ran hellbent for leather.
Lightning erupted from my gun, followed by an explosive thunderclap, utterly ruining my night vision. And theirs.
One down, five to go.
They fought to control their horses while I fired off another round, lightning arcing through the air to impact another target as I shifted position. Moments later a hail of metal bullets and kinetic bolts impacted the spot I had just vacated. Just three to go now.
All hell broke loose upstairs, the sound of gunfire and shattering glass impacting my ringing ears. I sent instructions to Horse and quickly fired off the remaining four rounds in my gun, ejecting the brass as I darted to a new patch of shadows. One of the horses screamed in agony as it went down, trapping the rider under it.
Horse came barrelling up the road and shoulder checked one of his brethren, causing it to toss its rider. [Aimed Shot] slowed time for two seconds while I focused on the remaining man and sent a stone bullet into his chest.
Scurrying from the shadows I plugged the two downed men with a Kinetic Bolt to the chest, shattering their ribs. The front door of the inn burst open and I spun like a ballet dancer, releasing a Kinetic Bolt into the face of another bandit as he set foot on the threshold. His head jerked, neck bent at a lethal angle as he was tossed into the man behind him. I heard three shots ring out in succession, then quiet settled on the street.
“You out there Vinnie?” Silas called out from inside.
“Yup. I made a bit of a mess.” I called back.
Silas stepped out the door, gun drawn, his eyes scanning the surroundings before reloading faster than I could blink and holstering the pistol.
I sent happy vibes to Horse for a job well done. He ignored me and walked back to the stables, sending an image of molasses and oats before he gripped the door with his teeth and pulled it closed.
“Interesting animal you have there,” Silas said, watching horse close the door.
“You have no idea,” I replied.
I triggered [Disassembly] on the last bandit, watching as he dissolved in a cloud of multicoloured motes leaving behind Valuables. This time there were two gold teeth included in the process. I reached down and plucked the mana stone from the ground then handed it to Silas. Gathering up the pile of coins, I added them to my inventory. It had been a profitable night, with each of the bandits I dropped providing 200 credits and a total of 58 silver along with a handful of copper and brass.
John and Saul were among the dead, startling me with their presence. I gave the Sheriff some serious stink eye over that and he actually managed to look ashamed for a moment.
Silas had a Materials wand that he used to disassemble his kills while I used [Disassembly], giving a vague explanation that I had purchased the skill from a Tower. Truth was I didn’t want to risk losing hard earned credits. If the System was going to let me double-dip, I wanted to take full advantage.
Sheriff Hugo and Doc Roberts watched as we went about the grim task of reducing the bandits to dust, collecting the mana stones that were left behind and dropping them into separate pouches. “I’ve received three from you,” He said to Silas, voice rough with aggravation. “And five from you. You’ll get credit for these two men once Doc gets them patched up. Stop by the office after you finish breakfast, there’s paperwork to be done.”
The eastern sky was painted with a brilliant palette of orange pastels and deep blues before everything was settled and Hugo released us under our own recognisance. We filed back into the inn, dodging a sleepy teenage boy who was mopping up the floor.
“You busted my place up pretty good,” Blyton complained from behind the bar.
“It sometimes happens when I receive unexpected visitors,” Silas answered
“He managed to keep it outside,” the innkeeper said, pointing at me.
Silas clapped me on the back, grinning. “That he did, and he did a fine job of it too.”
“He did a fine job waking up all of creation with those Lightning rounds,” Blyton muttered, causing Silas to chuckle in agreement.
Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, grits and beans in a heavy tomato sauce was the breakfast served, making me homesick for a long moment. Grandpa used to serve beans with breakfast. I lost myself in the memory of quiet mornings as a young boy, swinging my legs from a chair too big for me as he sipped coffee and stared out the kitchen window.
“We should get going,” Silas said, prodding me out of my introspection. “It’s already a long day and it’s only going to get longer.”
The trip to the sheriff’s office was uneventful and we arrived to find Sheriff Hugo elbow deep in paperwork. He motioned for us to have a seat.
“That’s 325 silver for you,” he said, pushing two gold and twenty-five silver to Silas, along with three sheets of paper. He pushed a stack of coins in my direction along with five sheets of paper. “And 650 for you.”
The paperwork was a declaration that we had killed the bounty and delivered their mana stone to local law enforcement for processing. I suppose I’ll be seeing this a lot in the future.
“The Patriarch wants to see you,” Hugo said once we’d finished signing everything, pushing a fancy envelope with a broken wax seal across the desk. “You’ve stirred up a mess of trouble here.”
“Can’t stir up trouble if there’s no trouble to be found,” I said, watching Silas place the envelope in his jacket pocket. “I killed two messes of trouble that were locked up tight in your cells. Care to explain how that trouble got loose?
“They were bailed out by the Hand of the Patriarch,” Hugo snarled, pointing at the door.
We took our cue and left.
“I can’t help but notice that there’s some funny business going on,” I said as we rode the half mile to the fortified mansion of Silvertown’s Patriarch, Lord Mathies Jurgens.
“Don’t need a bounty sense to figure that out,” Silas agreed. “I just can’t put my finger on exactly what it is. Everyone in town is tight-lipped.”
“So how much trouble are we in, being sent to the Patriarch?” I asked, only a little worried about our destination.
Silas shrugged. “Not as much as you’d think, since we’re appearing before him as free men and not in chains.”
I began asking questions rapid-fire and Silas did his best to answer them, humouring my ignorance because I was ‘a foreigner from Albion’.
As he explained things, I tried to wrap my head around the concept of independent city-states ruled by a Patriarchal dictator with absolute power. It wasn’t a monarchy, like in Albion or Arcadia, nor was it a federation of states like Colonia. It was barely controlled chaos in my eyes.
Each Patriarch was sponsored by another Patriarch, and in return they paid tribute in the form of taxes to their sponsor. They all shared a mutual defence and support pact, meaning that if one was attacked all would join in defence of their brother city. Over time several strong families had emerged to control the majority of the cities, including the Jurgens who were a minor but influential Family.
I gave up trying to grasp the simple complexity of the political and economic system, all I needed to know was that the rulers were called Lord, they held absolute power, and they appointed everyone to position, from the treasurer, to the town guards, to the city sheriff.
I also learned that misogny and racism were the flavour of the day. Women were second-class citizens, Elves and dwarves were grudgingly tolerated, goblins, orcs, and the other “lesser” races were killed or enslaved.
In a surprise twist, homosexuality wasn’t that big a deal. It was considered strange not to take a wife for procreational purposes, but having a male lover and a wife? Perfectly normal. Polygamy? Normal. A pantheon of Gods, including strong female goddesses? Of course. Women owning land or a business? Unheard of.
That was for Citizens, of course. Non-citizens were expected to have strange cultures, like the idea of equality in Colonia. Equality for male land owners, that is. No penis, no land, no vote. Arcadia was much more tolerant when it came to inclusiveness according to Silas. While their system was built around nobility and monarchy, it wasn’t strange for women to hold power, own land, or serve as equals in many endeavours.
Silas was homosexual, by the way. Or bisexual, whatever. He was a stereotypical Midlander. He had a male lover in Comstock who was raising his son. His wife had died in childbirth a few years ago and he just hadn’t found the right woman to replace her.
I had no idea what to say to that. You do you, Silas. I'm not going to judge.
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Okay. Sign me up. I need more details.

I've finally gotten a rotisserie setup for the grill. I've gotten a test chicken done that was spot on. I'm excited to do more...but here's the problem. Wife is petrified of pink meat. I'd love to do a prime rib or something like that...but she's going to want it "well done". I can't do that. I've thought of a large tenderloin would be good. Past that, I can't think of what might be good. I've seen a bunch of shawarma videos, not a fan of cooking and cutting and cooking and cutting....would rather just cook till done.
I need some thoughts. I need some ideas.

When we first discovered Celebrity, it was great. Service was excellent, ship conditions were great, food quality was high and pricing was transparent and fair. The CEO of Celebrity at the time was Lisa Lutoff-Perlo who seemed to have established a culture of service excellence. The team let the product and service sell itself which caused us to upgrade to the Retreat. Since Lisa has moved on, we’ve noticed a steady decline on some of their ships. There is now a pushy sales culture where we’ve been harassed daily to try Specialty Dining. Service is now just average as most of the employees seem indifferent and unhappy. Our current ship (Millenium) is a quarter of a century old and it shows. Rust is rampant. It’s the most tired looking cruise ship I’ve ever seen. Quality of their food is now below average whether its in their main dining hall (Oceanview) or in their main restaurant. Food is bland and often over cooked and / or cold. They are now charging for everything. For example, in the past, basic WiFi was included. Now, you just get 90 min free for a 12 night cruise and have to pay for basic or premium package. Alcoholic beverages, which are extra, are now more expensive and smaller in volume. (They served us our Aperol Spritz in a small wine glass). All of this has happened while their parent company’s revenue has increased 29% YOY and operating income has increased by a whopping 175% YOY. (So, lets not just blame inflation) We are better off buying their stock vs being a customer. Their focus on their P&L is evident in the customer experience. Because of the mentioned, we are moving on from Celebrity which saddens us.
P.S: on our last day, the spread of food at lunch is surprisingly good (prime rib, shrimp cocktail) but they have little signs around the buffet which reads “10”. It’s as if they want to make the best lunch on the last day of the cruise so we give them higher ratings in their survey. Tacky.

Has anyone been to Owen's under the new ownership this year? Their prime rib has been a staple for us for many years, although admittedly some other menu items were due for some minor updates. Sure there were always strong "fancy grandparent" vibes but that was part of the nostalgia/charm. And it never pretended to be something it wasn't, or serve generic American fine-dining food.

Bonjour à tous,
Si je poste ici c'est que l'appel que j'ai reçu laisse apparaitre quelques red flags à mon avis, mais peut être que je suis parano et qu'il est légitime :
J'ai reçu un appel d'un numéro qui commence par +33 1 62 55 avec un tag spam affiché sur mon tél. Une opératrice me parle avec un fort accent et un bruits de fond de call center très bruyant.
Elle me demande des infos personnelles, mais en a déjà plein qu'elle me fait confirmer: nom prénom, adresse postale, elle connait déjà tout. Elle prétend être de l'ASP (agence de service de paiements) me parle de la prime inflation de 100 ou de 200 € (impossible de comprendre) me demande quel jour je veux être payé, et me demande mon "opérateur" bancaire (what ? ma banque en fait) et me demande mon rib pour verser la prime.
J'ai raccroché pour me renseigner, vu que cette prime était réelle. mais pourquoi des opérateurs téléphoniques seraient mandatés pour demander ces infos ? l'état a déjà nos infos bancaires, ils ne s'embêtent pas pour prélever les impôts, alors pourquoi tant de démarches pour nous rendre 100 balles ?
Du coup arnaque ou pas ?
Je donne mon rib ou pas ?
Cette prime n'est pas supposée être versée automatiquement si on est éligible ?
Merci