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| - Never having been to Las Vegas before, I naively thought that, when my flight got in at 11pm, I would immediately check into my hotel and hit the hay. Um, no. This is not how Vegas works.
Completely overwhelmed by all the lights and the glitter, at 11:30 I stood wide-eyed and useless in the lobby of the MGM Grand. My boss had to come and retrieve me before I short-circuited. It was decided that despite the late hour, we were both starving, and once I had deposited my bags in my room, we headed to the Studio Cafe as it was the only restaurant open at that late hour.
I started with a vodka soda, which was very heavy on the soda. In fact, I only assume it even contained vodka because vodka is in the name of the drink, but it sure didn't taste like it contained vodka. However, the weak drink was balanced out by one of the better Cobb salads I've had in my life. It was huge, for starters, and filled with bacon-y, avocado-y, bleu cheese-y deliciousness. It did not, however, contain olives, which functionally disqualified it from officially being the best Cobb salad ever. Still, yum.
Then, in case I hadn't had quite enough Studio Cafe in my life, I had a breakfast meeting there the next morning. I had the special, which was a whole wheat Belgian waffle panini with Vermont Cheddar, ham, two eggs over easy, and micro greens. It was ambitious. It wasn't as good as it was trying to be, and though I enjoyed it enough, it sat in my stomach like a rock for the rest of the morning.
I wouldn't come back unless it was, as in the case of the late night dinner, the only pace open, or, as in the case of the breakfast meeting, required by my employer. But it was serviceable nonetheless.
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