So many Carnegie haters! Really?
I'm an East Coaster living in Northern California. You want marginal deli food? We've got it for you, in abundance! But ah, when I get to Vegas, I know I'm going to have kosher dill pickles and Carnegie Deli cheesecake.
I could care less about the gargantuan sanwiches or the lobby coffee shop atmosphere. It doesn't even bother me that the nearest restroom is 10 billion miles away. What matters is the cheesecake.
The touch decision? Strawberry or rugalech? Through my amazing power of persuasion (bullying, perhaps) I manage to convince my travel companion to order the other.
SO SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. Cheesecake heaven. Seriously.
This is the only time I *EVER* order milk, anywhere.
It's a simple equation, really. Water and pickles, milk and cheesecake.