an epic adventure in americana ghetto wraithdom.
ok, so why would i be eating here and then admitting to it? well, downtown vegas has its own special ghetto charm. i wouldn't miss this for the world!
we walk right in, no wait. i'm told this is unusual with a line frequently going outside and a 15-20 minute wait throughout the day. luck is with us!
--server's face sparkles with glitter make-up! FTW!
--another server is lording over her busser, "...I make *more* than you! I make $9.50 an hour!" wow.
--no blueberries, no chocolate chips. pancakes are popular today! chocolate batter pancakes are the pinch hitter.
--eggs ordered over easy arrive over-rock-hard. nice! just like i ordered!
--english muffin served with side of whipped butter on a piping hot plate... so the butter was a melted pool when i went to look for it. whaHAW!
--tap water/ice has floaties! great surprises!
--busser drops tray full of glass tumblers, sending shards of glass flying, and onto my table and booth. nice!
--10 servers, 2 hosts, 2 cashiers, countless bussers and managers all chat lazily over their patrons. great vibe.
--pan handlers fight over us (fresh bait) as we walk the sidewalk. Mine! Mine! MINE!
Don't miss the $100-move-in/$300-per-week rooms for rent next door. the view of the sky through the caving roof is framed well through the gaping holes which used to be glass window panes. maybe there was a bomb test conducted there?
thanks for the memories!