US 396 DFW LAS 1720 1809 319 2A no Empower

The US gates seem unbelievably remote, even though they
probably aren't. The gate staff were surprisingly good.

Double Glenlivet before takeoff, which was late. Thereafter
Bud Lights, as I was getting hideously thirsty.

Another full flight. I slept off and on between Bud Lights
(I was mighty thirsty) and have no idea why the flight
didn't make up any time en route, so we landed quite late.

Hot-footed it to Shilla, where I met a table packed with
FTers and an empty table. As I was moderately late but
there was the possibility of a few more arrivals, this
became a full table and a half table. It turned out that
our 4-top stayed that way until FlyinHawaiian showed up
just as we finished eating - luckily there was some food
left for him to nosh on: not enough to justify the "tons
of meat" that he texted to FortFun, but enough.

I can't speak for the food at the other table, but our
banchan included potato and carrot salad, sweet-sour
bean sprouts, vinegared turnip shreds, turnip kimchi,
zucchini kimchi, regular kimchi, and something that looked
like bamboo shoot slices, tasted a little fishy, and was
determined by consensus to be a bean curd product.

After some discussion we just decided to go with the mixed
beef bbq for $90 and said to be enough for 4 to 6. This
started off with a big ribeye, which was partially grilled
whole and then cut into pieces by the waiter with a pair
of scissors and finished in bite-size pieces. Then deckle
meat, soy marinated sirloin, shredded kalbi meat, and more
soy marinated sirloin, offered because the rest of the
table had vetoed the fifth standard offering, tongue.
A large number of beers doubled the tab at our table.

Some of us opted to go to Main Street Station for pai gow
and such; Ripper3785, his bride, and I got a ride in the
back of a truck whose cab was taken by a number of Martys,
who declined to join us at the tables but went off to parts
unknown (I believe the Strip).

At the casino bar, pints of the fairly respectable beers
brewed on premises cost $1.50 - which takes the sting out
of losing - one of our number, handle forgotten, real name
Grant, won 50 on the slots, while Ms. Ripper and I lost 60.
I trust jswong, BoyAreMyArmsTired, and FlyinHawaiian did
okay at the tables.

At length and after several more beers we went our ways, and
I retired to my quite acceptable, nothing special room for
my first decent night's sleep in quite a while.

Breakfast for me was at 8: leftover brisket from Dickey's
(now congealed into a pleasant fattiness) and a few shreds
of leftover rib meat (now dried out and seriously needing
the sauce), stored above the air conditioner overnight.

I forgot which In'n'Out people were going to and couldn't
find anybody's phone number to call. Ah, well, I wasn't
hungry anyhow, and to me In'n'Out's just another burger,
okay, I know it's FT heresy, but there are plenty of fine
burgers out there. Plus I prefer the thick bloody style to
the thin (In'n'Out, Five Guys, etc.) style.