The front of the large postcard said, “Lift your stein.” The remainder went on to announce that we were invited to an Oktoberfest dinner at the Nugget on Saturday, October 16, with a choice of the early dinner (5:30) or the second seating. I opted for the first seating, and called to say “yes” and “thank you.”
Of course, the idea of something fun to attend made it even more important to recover from being sick and worn out. It is amazing how that works. We got ready early and headed to Sparks Saturday afternoon, spending an hour or so at Costco and then driving to the Nugget.
Because it was evening on a weekend, the parking lot was fairly crowded. The Nugget has a wonderful parking garage, but I am not now nor have I ever been a fan of parking garages. I opted for valet and the ease of walking right into the casino and up the escalator to the Rose Ballroom.
Although I generally adhere to the comment, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it,” I am going to divert from my genre and share an upsetting incident with you. There was a full-of-power-and-importance Gestapo wannabe security guard at the top of the escalator. He informed us that we would have to go back down, walk across the casino past John’s Club Booth and the Horseshoe Bar, to the next section. From there, we could take the escalator up towards the arcade, and then find the barrier for the dinner. For those of you who have been to the second floor of the Nugget, you know that you can walk the hallway straight across to that area. His nastiness made the fur stand up on my back, and I hope karma does exist, because that might be the only way he learns to be pleasant to people. All I can say is I am glad he is not a police officer; he would be the one to shoot people because he is having a bad day.
We made the long trek, and when we got upstairs, found the right station to check in at. There were others who had met the image of rottenness upstairs, and were as impressed as we were with his total lack of people skills. However, the two friendly, smiling staff members at the kiosk were a welcome sight. They wished us a good time and welcomed us to the event. That went a long way to easing the grief from the security guard.
There were some banners of different scenes in Germany, and a sign that said “Munich.” The music was canned, but very upbeat for the dinner. A person could have attended in black tie formal apparel and been right in keeping with the class of the dinner setting. There was open seating round tables for eight, or rectangular tables for twelve. Silverware, goblets for water with the cloth napkins twisted beautifully inside, coffee cups for those who wanted coffee, and white linen cloths on the table spelled out QUALITY.
Casino hosts wandered through the room, greeting diners and thanking them for coming. Along with them was the incredible friendly wait staff, ensuring that water, coffee, tea, or any beverage of choice (drinks were free) was delivered to the diners.
The meal itself was set up in two buffet lines. Salads included green salads, three-bean salad, and German potato salad. Hot German sliced potatoes were available. There were three types of brats: smoked, garlic, and plain. They were all delicious. We were a bit surprised to find no sauerbraten. Shredded beets were offered as a side dish. There were several varieties of rolls; I tried dark rye and was impressed with the softness of the roll and the great flavor.
Many desserts lined the dessert bar. I chose apple strudel, and my husband chose German chocolate cake. The cake had a cute white chocolate slab as a decoration, with a Halloween picture on it.
It was a wonderful evening, overall, and made even nicer when we left. There were at least eight different casino hosts and staff who thanked us for coming to make their Oktoberfest special. Actually, the pleasure was all ours.