Best Place to Take a Date When You Really Want to Get Laid
OK, we've already made it clear we love Otto's just as much as you do. But
if a cheap burger and a malt is all it takes to get lucky these days,
college girls must be a lot easier than they were when we were in school.
That's good to know. Rock on, Otto's!--AM


The scream of high-powered blenders pierces the small,
"hole-in-the-wall" style restaurant of Otto's Malt shop late on a muggy
Friday afternoon.
Controlling the almost demonic sounding tools, eight people manhandle
the 60 gallons of fresh ice cream and malt flavoring and pour them into
a gigantic plastic garbage can painted and designed to look like a malt
cup.
As the diligent malt-mates and matrons pour the lactose infused, sweet
cream into the can, the smell of ice crème fills the restaurant.
Distracted by the sheer size of it, a small boy with brown hair
struggles to look over the rim of the can.
"Daddy look at all that ice cream," he says with delight. "Do you think
we can eat it?"
While some people may find humor in the construction of gigantic malts,
to Otto Miller owner of Otto's Malt Shop at 4440 S. Maryland Parkway,
the construction of a world-record-breaking malt has always been a dream
of Miller, since his days back in his native Kansas City.
"I've always wanted to do something like build the world's largest
banana split," Miller said. "Unfortunately we only have the resources to
build the world's largest malt."
After closing his original malt shop in his home of Kansas City and
moving to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career, Miller re-opened his
shop across from UNLV and got back into the malt business.
Yet on this sticky Friday afternoon, Miller's love for breaking records
isn't confined to constructing large malts. On this day, a number of
UNLV students and members of the community converge on the malt shop to
take on a grueling challenge.
The challenge? To be the fastest eater of both malts and ice cream in
the entire world.
"We want to set a Guinness record tonight," says Darren LaDelfa,
marketing director for Otto's. "Guinness knows about this and we want to
show them what we can do."
According to LaDelfa, the Guinness world record for eating ice cream
stands at 9.3 ounces of ice cream with a teaspoon in 30 seconds set in
Florida by Diego Siu.
"We have to pack the ice-cream into the cup," LaDelfa said. "It won't be
easy."
A number of other challenges, including the fastest time to consume a
10-ounce malt are also held. The fastest time to eat a malt as well as
the gigantic malt are not yet records in the Guinness book but the
ice-cream eating record has stood unbeaten since 2003.
Guinness rules say the ice cream must be hard packed, and be left to sit
outside from the freezer for five minutes before the competition begins.
The only item that can be used is a teaspoon, no other hand
Outside, a number of people sign up to take on the numerous eating
challenges.
A tall, slender girl, 23-year-old Lizzy Yu says that she wanted to
compete because of her love for food and of competitive eating.
"I eat a lot," Yu, said. "I like food and I like to eat [competitively]
for fun!
Yu, who doesn't admit to being nervous, says though she is excited to
compete despite her allergy to lactose containing products.
"I'm excited," Yu said. "But I have my anti-allergy pills here.
Afterwards I'm totally going to go hit the toilet."
Yu, and a number of other competitors take a seat. Only 15 people were
allowed to compete and due to the small size of competition area, only
five are allowed to eat at once.
After three heats of Malt eating, only five are left for the final,
fastest competition.
The five competitors, including Rebel Yell staff writer Daniel Steffey
take a seat. LaDelfa takes out a stopwatch, zeros it out and with a drop
of his hand; he yells "GO!" emphatically.
Steffy, Yu and three others scoop the malt into their mouths at
lightning speed.
However Steffey, with about eight inches and dozens more pounds on Yu,
reduces her to a puddle, devouring his malt in 17 seconds.
Not discouraged, Yu finishes her tasty treat in 28 seconds.
"My adrenalne is pumping," exclaims Yu as she cleans the malt off of her
face. "Now I'm a little nervous, I can't believe I did that."
While the thrill that comes from competitive eating is not necessarily
known, 21-year-old Anasatica Kelly admits to having had actual
discussions with her boyfriend about competitive eating.
"We've talked about competitive eating before," Kelly said. "I guess I'm
proud of [my boyfriend] no-matter what he does."
Kelly's boyfriend, UNLV student Kevin Bowman, shattered his spoon during
the ice cream eating competition shatter his spoon and in disgust,
breaks open his cup to eat the ice-cream with his hands, finishing first
but not breaking the world record.
"I could go another round," Bowman says. "Even though my tongue is
almost frozen."
After all the fun and games are over, Miller and his staff finish the
monstrous malt and require six men to carry it outside.
As the gargantuan dairy product is placed outside, it is topped off with
a huge red balloon to symbolize a cherry.
Thirty plus people gather around it and top it off with more than a
dozen whipped cream dispensers provided by Miller. Once the whipped
creaming is done, the malt is now complete.
Like a scene out of a Dickens' novel, a dozens gather around the malt
and hold their cup out to the front with both hands as Miller grabs a
huge ladle and scoops out malt to crowd.
"This has been a lot of fun," says Miller as he cleans up the mess from
the back room. In the excitement, Miller says they dropped a load of
malt onto the floor, covering everything in the back room with white
malted ice cream.
"For us, events like this are a good thing. We get to try to break some
records, we get a little press and we make people happy. Who can't be
proud of that?"
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Hookah and cigarette smoke mingle in the air as two guys on a
keyboard and synthesizer fill the room.
The faint strains of acoustic guitar sneak in as the beads on the door jingle.
An eclectic mix of people fills the dark lounge. Most are local artists and
musicians, some are supporting friends and family, a few are just curious
individuals who happened to be passing by.
Suddenly, the artistic mood is broken as a commotion erupts outside. People
filter out of Café Hookah in The Promenade Center across from UNLV to a table
set up outside of Otto's Malt Shop. Otto is on a makeshift stage, serving as an
emcee for the ice cream eating contest that is just beginning.
Five contestants are vying to beat the current record of consuming 1 pound 9
ounces (three cartons) of ice cream in 12 minutes. From the start, it is obvious
that David "Titties" Hernandez is the man to watch in the competition. The
twelve minutes pass quickly as rock music blares, and the crowd cheers the
eaters on. A film crew captures the excitement as the vanilla ice cream starts
to disappear. Otto announces only fifteen seconds remain, and only one
competitor has made it through the first container.
Although he does not even come close to breaking the record, Hernandez sweeps
the contest, and smiles proudly over the heads of his cheering section,
including a friend who has scrawled "'Titties' Hernandez" on his chest.
Hernandez, whose only strategy was to "just eat," explains his success was in
his fans.
"As long as you have someone on your side, you can do it." Amazingly, Hernandez
didn't even get an ice cream headache.
After receiving hugs and handshakes from his friends, Hernandez says he is
headed home to sleep. "Because I am full!"
The ice cream eating contest and bands are all part of the "Back to School
Bash," held Saturday night at The Promenade Center at Café Hookah and Otto's
Malt Shop. The free event, presented by Firewalk Records, ran from 4 p.m. to
midnight, and drawing a respectable crowd. Bands include UNLV's own Meat Over
Moscow.
Rumors that Johnny Knoxville is supposed to show up spread through the booths
featuring art, tie-dye clothing and the Committee to Control and Regulate
Marijuana, which are set up on the walkway in front of the stores.
Even walking out to the parking lot, the faint smell of grape and apple hookah
samplers waft through the air. People filter in and out, greeting friends and
performers. In the distance, another band sets up and music fills the air.
Summer is over, and the humdrum of school is setting in.
However, maybe it's the hookah, or maybe it's the hypnotizing music and powerful
spoken word—but no one here really seems to mind.


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RETRO WORLD
Otto's Malt Shop resurrects the lost art of malts and burgers
BY JARRET KEENE
The small businessman is the lifeblood of a nation's economy. Without the
dreams of little guys struggling to carve out their own individual paths
toward prosperity great and small, a country is left with nothing but a
wasteland of corporate hegemony (think McDonald's) and government-regulated
rubbish (think school lunches). That's why, when a small business does find
success, it should be noted, even celebrated. Otto's Malt Shop across from
UNLV is such a business.
Otto's is a quirky little diner with retro-pop culture touches. A
flat-screen TV plays Japanese giant-monster movies. The menu boasts items
like Atomic Pollo Melt (spicy chicken, jack cheese and bell peppers on
sourdough bread; $5), the Astro (a spicy burger with sweet chili sauce, jack
cheese and sautéed onions; $4.25) and Spaceman Tom (a baked potato loaded
with blue cheese, bacon and sautéed mushrooms and onion; $3.50). And it's
all presented with a campy, kitschy and creative flair.
The diner is the brainchild of reformed Hollywood actors Dave "Otto" Miller
and his multi-talented wife Ruthie. Otto and Ruthie moved to Las Vegas three
years ago, opening several local eateries for other people. However, they
soon grew tired of working for others, and when the opportunity came to rent
a space in the university district, they took a chance. Otto's Malt Shop
opened a year ago, and has already made quite a splash in the scene with Las
Vegas CityLife readers recently voting the diner Best Cheap Eats, Best
Non-Chain Restaurant and (curiously) Best Place to Take a Date When You
Really Want to Get Laid. (Clearly, a burger and malt are it all takes for
liberals to secure some action.) The praise doesn't ring hollow; Otto's is
the perfect spot for a yummy lowbrow meal.
The burgers are baked, which puts off only those few palates that don't care
for meatloaf. Indeed, the patties are infused with just the right blend of
eggs, breadcrumbs, milk and spices. Martha Stewart would be proud - not that
she would be caught dead in a funky nook like this, of course. Moreover, the
aforementioned Astro is out of sight, while the Ottobahn (a spicy burger
with cheddar, swiss, jack, cream cheese, bacon and a fried egg on top, $6)
will shoot your taste buds into orbit even as it heightens your cholesterol.
For those watching their girlish (and boyish) figures, the salads are superb
and always fresh. The Mandarin Chicken Salad (marinated chicken with
mandarin oranges, veggies, jack cheese and balsamic vinaigrette; $6) is
never a soggy mess like it is at other fern bars. The Tuna Salad ($6), too,
is crisp and leaves behind no fishy aftertaste. The spuds and melts are each
notable and worth trying at least once.
But it's in the genuine handcrafted malts that Otto's really shines. The
standard flavors - chocolate, vanilla, strawberry - never fail, and the
less-conventional recipes for peanut butter, espresso and mocha chip are
available for the adventurous. They're so good you'll want to hit a sock hop
and maybe a drive-in flick after your meal. Plus, these malts are ideal for
the lactose intolerant.
Otto's also offers daily lunch specials, Ruthie's blue-plate specials, UNLV
student discounts, vegetarian options, catering and free Wi-Fi. On Thursday
nights, the local poetry crowd descends, filling the shop with lyrical
passion. Yes, Otto's pop-culture cuisine and cozy atmosphere almost make it
worth living in Las Vegas. Otto and Ruthie are a young couple looking to do
something different yet plenty tasty, and they've made it happen by going
the old-fashioned, retro route

CLASSIC REDEFINED
The Malt Shop gets a quirky update at Otto's
BY AL MANCINI
As a lowly freelance writer, I don't make it in to the CityLife
offices very often. But on a recent visit to empty my overflowing mailbox, I
ran into listings editor Beverly Bryan, who promptly asked me "Have you been
to my new favorite restaurant yet?" It took me a few seconds to remember
she'd recommended Otto's Malt Shop to me a few weeks earlier, and I'd made a
mental note to pay the place a visit. Sheepishly, I admitted I hadn't had a
chance to eat there yet.
As she once again raved about the place and its food, one thing really
grabbed my attention: a menu item called the Spaceman Tom, which consists of
skin-on mashed potatoes topped with bleu cheese, mushrooms, bacon and
sauteed onions. Not certain whether I found the idea repulsive or enticing,
I decided to head to Otto's at the earliest opportunity to sample the
Spaceman Tom and whatever else they had to offer.
It's actually surprising I'd never visited Otto's, since it's located in the
Promenade Center on Maryland Parkway across from UNLV, and across a parking
lot from Cheers, where I spend quite a bit of time drinking and shooting
pool. It's a perfect fit for the college neighborhood, with a classic malt
shop setup, retro sci-fi decor and random bowling memorabilia. Behind the
counter Otto Miller and his wife Ruthie Colgrove serve the food and
beverages they first created at their original restaurant in Kansas City. As
I sampled the fare, I overheard Otto telling one of his regulars about the
time U2 visited that shop with William S. Burroughs. The conversation soon
turned to his experiences on various Hollywood film sets. If there had been
a place like this near campus when I was an undergrad student, I would have
been a regular for the atmosphere alone.
The food at Otto's is just as quirky as the decor. The menu's centerpiece is
the burger section. Eight choices feature patties infused with eggs,
breadcrumbs, milk and spices, then baked in a special sauce and served on a
whole-wheat bun with various toppings ($3 to $5.50). The meat itself is more
reminiscent of meatloaf than hamburger, and varieties include the Lou
Diamond (with barbecue sauce, cheddar and bacon for $4), the Moon Cow (with
Swiss, sauteed onions and mixed mushrooms for $4.25) and the Ottobahn (a
spicy burger with cheddar, Swiss, jack and cream cheese as well as bacon and
fried eggs for $5.50). There's also a veggie burger with basil pesto and
peppers ($4.50).
For those who aren't in the mood for a burger, Otto's offers four salads ($2
to $6), and a half-dozen sandwiches like a chicken melt ($4.75), tuna melt
($4.75) or grilled cheese ($3). Among the side dishes, you'll find cheese
fries ($2), chili ($3) and a selection of mashed potatoes known as "spuds."
The latter include the aforementioned Spaceman Tom ($3.25) as well as a
chili and cheese variety ($3.25) and The Load, which are mashed potatoes
topped with mushrooms, Swiss, burger patty and special sauce ($4). And of
course, no trip to a malt shop would be complete without a hand-dipped malt,
available in 10 flavors as well as a daily special ($2 and $3.75).
On my visit, I had an Astro Burger, made with a spicy patty, sweet chili
sauce, jack cheese and sauteed onions ($4) accompanied by the Spaceman Tom
($3.25) and a butterscotch malt. My wife had a simple "royale with cheese"
cheeseburger ($3.50), a plain order of spuds with butter and sour cream
($1.75) and a berry malt. I loved my burger, and I'm not usually one to eat
burgers. My wife, on the other hand, is a burger purist, and wasn't
impressed with Otto's untraditional patties. We both liked the spuds,
although I think I'll have something a little lighter the next time around.
And the malts were absolutely fabulous: delicious, creamy and so thick we
had to eat them with spoons.
After just one visit to Otto's, I can see why Bev likes the place. In fact,
the next time I visit I'll have to invite her along and treat her to a malt.
