My history in Vegas dates back to the “Good Old Days.” If you know what I mean? And because of this, I’ve met a few Don’s in my time. But perhaps the most interesting of them all has recently come to power in Downtown Sin City, 624 S. Las Vegas Blvd—and that would be the extraordinary Don Vicente of Don Vicente Cigar Co. A robust man, born on the Pinar Del Rio tobacco plantation in Cuba his hands can roll a cigar with the magic possessed only by those born and raised breathing Cuban air, drinking Cuban water, and learning the craft from their fathers.
The story begins with a call from my life long friend Fat Andy. “You’re coming this weekend?”
“I don’t have reservations anywhere,” I replied, feeling a little sorry for myself.
“Stay at Dave The Jew’s,” suggested Andy.
“I don’t know…” Dave is a bad influence on me. And I thought I recalled him mentioning that five or ten attractive young ladies were going to be staying at the house for the weekend…Not easy to explain to my girlfriend.
“Okay…I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
THE NEXT DAY
I pulled up to Dave The Jew’s sprawling single story—I’ve stayed there so many times, it actually feels like home. Fat Andy greeted me at the door and with the help of a couple of servants that Dave apparently traded an ipod for, I was settled in—in no time.
“My boy!” shouted Dave upon entering the living room. “Let’s go smoke some cigars.”
I nodded toward the sliding glass windows, thinking that we’d be smoking poolside.
“No…we’re going to Don Vicente’s,” insisted Dave before I could get a word out.
“Is he related to Gambino?” I asked.
“Not that kind of Don. He opened a cigar factory on Las Vegas Blvd.—Downtown.” You’re going to love this place. It’s the best cigar for the money I’ve ever had and I’ve smoked the best.”
Now Dave The Jew may not work much, but when it comes to the finer things in life, he knows what he’s talking about.
We hopped into the SL and headed for the Strip. Continue reading