Deep-fried Oreos: Worth it?

I have an apology to make.

You see, whenever friends come to Vegas and ask me what they should do, I give them a list that includes adventures to activate all the senses. Since I'm a foodie, this list does tend to rely heavily on taste. Naturally, I refer people to Mermaid's Casino for the fried Oreos. They're fried. They're three for a dollar. How can one go wrong?

Here's my confession/apology: I'd never tried this gluttonous dessert. Until last night. After digesting our meal at Serendipity 3, Rob and Dugi and I ventured to Fremont Street to taste these Oreos. I held Dugi next to the dining area while Rob stood in line.

The first warning should have been the fact that no one flinched when I brought a dog within five feet of the fryers. I mean, Fremont Street is gross and Dugi is clean, but that's got to be violating at least 10 health codes. And then, well...

Let me begin by saying that the fried Oreos themselves were delicious. They were salty and sweet and instantly raised my cholesterol. But Mermaid's has got to be the most disgusting place I've ever eaten, let alone one of the most disgusting places I've ever been in my life.

I had more of an appetite looking at a street dog's bottom in Santo Domingo.

My shoes stuck to the floor.
Three people behind Rob was a bearded woman.
Multiple career hookers (illegal) told me how cute Dugi was. They actually pet him.
I was afraid to sit at the slot machine for fear of contracting scurvy. Is that even contagious?

We ate our Oreos outside the casino. We drove home. I lived to tell the tale. But I've got to apologize to anyone I've put through this frightful experience.