On our quest to find the Venetian, we suffered many hardships....Old people reversing onto sidewalks....Blistering Desert heat.....hustlers trying to sell "ice cold bottled" water at desert temperatures...oven hot gusts of desert wind...etc...you know..basic Vegas crap...We were transitioning from the drunken phase to the dehydrated/starving phase and were about to abandon all hope when the magical words CHIPOTLE came in to view. I could have fallen to my knees and cried to the heavens! Could this be a desert mirage!? NO! This was the real thing! We ran inside and joined the line, salivating at the thought of rice, steak,peppers and sour cream! We made sure to let the guys in line know what a service they were doing this state by serving up satisfyingly delicious food! I gorged myself until they had to roll me back out onto the strip. Thank You Chipotle for being consistent product and service wise wherever I go! *NOM NOM NOM*