I’ve never met another girl who quite enjoyed an arcade as much as I do. Many a Saturday morning growing up, my dad would drop me off at Wunderland with a pocketful of nickels and pick me up around dinner time. When the nickels finally ran out, I could while away the hours playing Golden Axe and Bubble Bobble in the free room. On special occasions, he would rent me a Super NES at the local video store for the whole weekend, allowing me to play Street Fighter II and Super Mario Land until my hands cramped into claws around the controller. Some of my favorite memories in life are centered around a video game console. Good times.
When I learned about the Pinball Hall of Fame in Las Vegas and knew I had to visit:
So last weekend, Thor and I took a leisurely trip to Las Vegas, with no specific plans except to relax. As neither of us would be drinking, Thor was skipping meat, and I was skipping just about everything else, our fun would have to be a little more…vanilla. On Saturday night, we took a cab off the strip and out to the PHoF – which at first appeared to be an open door in a concrete building.
There was no front desk, no entry fee, no greeter. Just a big ass building (10,000 square feet) full of classic pinball (and a few arcade) games, amongst some other relics stacked up in corners or in the back. Although there were a decent amount of people, games were easily accessible, and the variety was vast, with rows and rows of classic pinball.
There were many OLD games, still totally playable, with an index card full of historic facts and details under the glass.
Most games were 50 cents a play, which is incredibly reasonable. Of course, sometimes an old machine at my quarter or one was out of service, but based on the selection and lack of admission price – who cares? Most people are blowing their money down the road in a slot machine anyway.
And of course, we played many rounds of SFII.
But my favorite part of classic arcades and pinball is the artwork. You really get a slice of time that just doesn’t exist from an at home console.
And who can forget this classic?
What was my favorite game? NBA Fastbreak, which I will be hunting for back here in Portland. Super fun!
All in all, we spent a couple hours whiling away our time and then promptly returned back to our suite at the Venetian to wash our hands. (Mental note: bring some disposable hand wipes next time around).
There we have it: my first goal of the year crossed off. We would definitely visit the Pinball Hall of Fame again, and it was definitely worth the $15 cab ride off the strip. How do you find the PHoF?