I was on my way to the Strip to do some gambling with my pal Stan Diego. I needed something to eat before a long day of debauchery.
Had a little trouble finding the place as the signage is somewhat misleading. There were actually 4 or 5 cars idling in the parking lot waiting for the place to open. Everyone made a rush for the door as soon as it was unlocked. That has to be a good sign!
It's a quaint little diner - thought I was back in the Midwest for a second!!
I went with the Kitchen Sink omelet and it was WAY too much food for even a large person to eat. But it was quite good, so I made a valiant effort to get on the outside of this beast. Couldn't do it, though.
The potato-chip like thingys accompanying the omelet were nothing special, but I didn't have room for them anyway.
The service was great - everyone was very friendly.
Recommend.