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| - 10,000 MUTHAF*CKIN STARS GOES TO GLUTTON. Seriously, 5 is not enough. I loved, loved, loved this place! I rarely get this excited over an establishment or their food. During my Vegas birthday frenzy a few weeks ago, I bookmarked this place due to all the great reviews. I found myself nearby on Freemont Street for the Bike Fest and had some hangry-pains. I almost wandered into EAT across the street by accident (due to too many Bloody Marys) but quickly corrected myself and grabbed a corner table at Glutton. Brunch was on my mind - coffee, an egg sandwich perhaps, and another bloody mary please. My husband and I really wanted to grab some food and be on our way. Luckily they had a "proper egg sandwich" on the menu which turned into a sublime, religious experience. The bloody mary arrived first - fabulous - with a nice, succulent shrimp perched on the spiced rim along with his pickled veggie buddies. The coffee was rich and bold - just the way I like it. The service was fast and friendly. The sandwich arrives with a side of potatoes cooked in duck fat - um YASSS. The sandwich looks pretty normal at first glance. When you sink your teeth into the soft briocche bread, then the house-made sausage, then the cage free egg, then the cheese and aioli - it brought a tear to my eye. You'd think an egg sandwich is relatively easy to make - slap an egg on some bread with some cheese and call it a day. Nope, not here. My hubs gets up and asks for the chef. He literally walked up to him and shook his hand - it was THAT FREAKING GOOD. I don't care what else they have on the menu. I will fly to Las Vegas again just to have this sandwich in my mouth one more time. The chef thought we were nuts, and clearly we are, but I couldn't leave without extending my appreciation and taking a snapshot with the first dude ever to perfect a breakfast sandwich. My husband said, and I quote, "If I go to the electric chair, this will be my last meal." Yep, that good.
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