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Stumbled into the long, unmarked hallway at three o'clock something in the morning after a night at Marquee. Probably waited 30 minutes with the other drunkards. One of our party fell facefirst into a couch in the Cosmopolitan lobby waiting for us to get his re-up.
Pizzas are $5 per slice. Not cheap, but worth it. The server provides some clever banter while the cashier is all business. I'm a straight cheese, homey kind of guy. Need that red sauce, though. Friend swore by the white pizza, but the cheese was money. Also got that pepperoni, sausage, veggie, and other mix and match optionality. Or build your own pizza and sell it in the hallway.
Why? Because as we left, the line doubled in size. You walk out with your slice, loaded up with parmesan and red pepper flakes, and everyone ooh's and ahh's at the deliciousness. Jealousy abounds.
Sit down on one of the couches or seats in the third floor lobby. Fold that slice long ways: for the paper airplane inclined, that's hot dog style, not hamburger style. Get that sucker in your mouth. Prepare to be amazeballed.
Got our friend his re-up. Not a moment too soon. Another guy was completely passed out and the cops asked if he knew who and where he was. Not our problem; we got our guy. The pizza rejuvenated him...to lose more money gambling. You're welcome, Vegas.
Went back two days later sober to make sure the pizza was legit. No line. Still was.
Third floor of the Cosmo. See Jaleo or STK? It's roughly your six o'clock from there. Long hallway. Get the cheese. Or the white, if that's your style.
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