Just came back from a decadent five days in Vegas, where we had a midnight (probably closer to 1 am) breakfast at the Garden Cafe ? in the Tropicana.
Had a Denver omelet, mrbuffer had perfect chicken with rice soup and 1/2 a real turkey sandwich. The waitress looked like she had been around to serve Sinatra, and it felt like old Vegas.
Anyone else have any old Vegas chow stories?