Let's run over across the river to Moorhead, just because. Not a particularly attractive building, but the signage makes it worthwhile.

The Las Vegas Lounge, home of the “Extra Large Sirloin Steak”. “Treats” for children (something about that sign on that hotel makes you worry about psychopathic clowns, doesn’t it) and of course the Liquor Store with the helpful arrow shooing you in for your bottle of Four Roses.

Why be formal? Comes as you are, even if it's a stuffed bird wearing a plaid tuxedo.

To my surprise, I know a fellow whose father managed the place, and invented the All You Can Eat 50-cent buffet. I say "to my surprise" because we met years later in another city and context.

The Comstock was consumed by fire in 1960.