It’s all over the Internet by now—some poor customer at the Heart Attack Grill in Las Vegas apparently had a heart attack while eating a “Triple Bypass Burger.” Apparently the guy is okay and was carted off in an ambulance but still, thinking of you and prayers your way dude.
I’m fascinated by this restaurant. Perhaps it’s because I am now a calorie fanatic. I have been since January 1, 2012 when I decided I needed to lose weight so I would fit in this awesome blue dress I bought for my niece’s wedding this June. I am determined to get there! I won’t reveal the size but let’s just say growing up I went from wearing a 2 Toddler to a Size 12 in just a few weeks—so I’ve got a few pounds to lose. Oh I don’t mind the size 12; I just don’t like the size I’m in now! But as always, I digress.
If you’ve never been to Las Vegas it’s a happening town—most celebrities get in trouble when in Vegas but then there’s that old saying, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” On the other hand, maybe not, keep reading.
So, why do I think you should take a trip to the Heart Attack Grill? Teddy Wayne of Bloomberg Businessweek wrote a story about the restaurant and said, “The 50’s-style diner is situated right at the border of where downtown Vegas shifts from cut-rate casinos and strip clubs to pawn shops and crime-riddle destitution.”
Actually the diner is on Fremont Street. You can’t go to Vegas without experiencing what is called “The Fremont Experience." It is fun, it’s exciting and it’s cheap. You’ll find places like the Golden Nugget and Binion’s with five-dollar crap tables and you don’t have to get all dressed up. Of course no one really dresses up like they used to in Vegas anymore.
And, a trip to Fremont Street should include at least a little stop in at the Heart Attack Grill if only to see the cute waitresses dressed up in sexy nurses uniforms! My husband would love that! I’m sure you can get a Coke and an order of fries, split them and still not have a heart attack even if they are cooked in lard. I’d go even though I’m mad about calorie counting. I’d go just to see it. That’s what Vegas is all about. Fremont Street also offers many casinos and other offerings all in one tidy location so you’re not walking for miles. You try walking from the MGM Grand to Circus, Circus and tell me you’re not a little winded!
I got married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator—my Elvis was African American but that’s okay, it was fun and after the ceremony he did indeed—leave the building. I have a tape of the wedding somewhere but that was 22 years ago!
One of my father’s sisters lived in Vegas way back when it was ruled by gangsters. My husband and I visited her once a few years back and she hated the way Vegas is now. She said there was no crime when the gangsters were kings and she was probably right.
I’ve been to Vegas a lot. It’s not because I like to gamble or shop. My husband’s job took him there a lot—he used to work for the Chrysler Corporation, before it was DaimlerChrysler and before it was Chrysler/Fiat S.p.A. They held the annual dealer conferences there and they were it!
We had entertainers like Jay Leno, Sean Connery and the Blue Men. I remember one time my husband had to go ahead of time to get everything set up at the MGM Grand. After the conference was over and we were back at home in Phoenix, his American Express bill came and it I swear, the charges were around $50,000. I said, “Dude, what did you do in Vegas?” See, apparently what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas! But again, I digress.
Vegas is a fun place and one should go to Fremont Street and give it a whirl—even visit the Heart Attack Grill—who knows you could find that special someone, get a quick checkup by those cutie nurses and then hop on over to the Little White Wedding Chapel and get married. It’s a thought folks, just a thought.
Gotta love Vegas! Don't think the Heart Attack Grill was there last time I paid a visit, but it sure sounds an experience. Good luck with the blue dress. The new look blog looks great btw :-)
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