Greetings sports fans and welcome to a late night Sunday edition of Vegas Valley Sports Beat, the little column that could, and may just do so yet. You never can tell.

Turning briefly to the world of sports the Dallas Cowboy’s defeated the Detroit Lions at home in Dallas when a 38-yard field goal by, Brett Maher made the final score 26-24, Dallas.

But enough about sports let’s turn our attention now to PT”S GOLD  A sports pub which is located at 6610 South Fort Apache just a half a block north of Sunset Boulevard.

I was in Vegas this past Thursday to take my mother’to her doctor’s appointment and we decided to stop to have lunch on the way home.

But, where to go that’s not the same old same old?

We were going to go and eat at the Mountain Springs Saloon (reviewed) until I saw a billboard for PT”S that advertised a delicious looking $7 hamburger so I said hey let’s try that.

PT”s has some great food from my experience, going back to 1997 when I used to hang out sometimes at the one in Henderson with my girl. We would shoot pool, eat mass quantities of seasoned curly fries (for which PT’s is somewhat famous), and watch football games on the many televisions there. I always had a great time.

PT’s was our favorite place to hang out because it was where we first met and it’s a great sports bar. At least it was way back then. I don’t know what’s happened to it since then but I know that I don’t much care for it.

We stopped in at the one on Fort Apache because it’s on our way home and Mom went in ahead of me. She ordered the hamburger which comes with curly fries so I didn’t order my own basket of fries as I am generally wont to do. When the burger came there were not even enough fries on the plate to put a respectable potato back together from amongst the scraps.

The hamburger itself and the curly fries were delicious. The problem came when we got out to the truck and looked at the bill one more time. I had to wonder since when does a $7 hamburger and 2 cups of coffee add up to $20.10 so I went back in and asked the bartender. He explained to me that the $7 burger is a special offer that was only available during happy hour which runs from 5PM to 7Pm and from 12AM to 2AM daily in all PT’s locations around Las Vegas.


Obviously, we arrived too early for the early bird special, but I thought $20.10 was little much for so little. Our server explained to me that my mother had not ordered the $7 dollar burger and that even so it was still not happy hour yet and so I could accept that with no problem.

I called PT’s Gold on Fort Apache during the course of writing this article and spoke to a very helpful young gentleman who told  me that the regular hamburger they serve during unhappy hours is, in fact, $10.00 and that they charge $3.00 for each cup of coffee but he also told that he always gives his customers a free refill or two.

I would certainly hope so. At $3.00 a cup, Juan Valdez could afford to buy a new donkey and Columbia in no time flat and then where will we be? Chaos, anarchy, California! Egad!

But what I still cannot wrap my mind around is that the bartender apparently gave himself a $2.50 tip on top of our order that we were not told anything about until I disputed the bill. So the question that comes to my mind is since when is it cricket to tip yourself at the cash register?

Mom asked me why he took her credit card when she ordered but I told her it was to run a tab on while we were there. A practice not unknown to most pub patrons worldwide.

I just didn’t know that the bartender was running his own tab on it as well.

Perhaps our bartender took one look at us and decided that we were a couple of non-tipping hicks from over the hump in Pahrump and if he wanted to get a decent tip he was going to have to do it for us by adding 50% more gratuity to the $5.00 (20%) tip we gave him for serving us one hamburger and 2 cups of coffee.

He said he would give me back the money when I questioned him about the cost of the meal but I figured if he needed $2.50 bad enough to Jack it from a sickly little old lady like my mother then he must need it far worse than she does. She paid the bill not me.

I just drive the truck, write the articles and take out the trash.

I find myself wondering if perhaps PT’s might not stand for Petty Theft’s now, but that is a matter of speculation upon which I will not speculate at this time due to legal constraints and such…

What I do know is that I was completely disappointed by the small number of french fries that came with that $10.00 hamburger when what I wanted was a basket of them.

The last time I was served something like that was at Po Folks in Jacksonville, Florida. I ordered a catfish dinner as did my boss and when they came there were 3 fries on both plates. She told us they didn’t have very many potatoes so I gave her a $5 bill and told her to send the cook to the grocery store for 40 pounds on me, or take the dinner back.

I must be getting nicer in my old age.

This was not my first visit to this particular PT’s location either. I visited them last Spring and had coffee and a basket of curly fries while I charged my phone. The hamburger and the curly fries (as always) were tasty, and the restaurant is very lovely quiet, dark, cool, and clean and but neither myself nor my parents will darken their doorstep again no matter where they’re located.

Just sayin.