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It should be obvious by now that Secret Pizza is probably the worst-kept secret in Las Vegas. Since everyone knows where it is already, I'll just go ahead and spill the beans -- Cosmopolitan hotel, third floor, tucked between Jaleo and Blue Ribbon Sushi, down the short corridor lined with vintage album covers.
Okay, now that I said it, don't kill me, please? This isn't Fight Club, right?
I wasn't joking when I said everyone knows about Secret Pizza already. The lines to eat here are obscene. It's most popular in the middle of the night, when the post-Marquee crowd drops by to feed their drunken munchies. However, when a group of us dropped by at 2pm in the afternoon, we still had to wait over 30 minutes just to reach the cashier.
Not that I minded waiting. I could spend hours looking at the collection of vintage albums. There's also pinball. The pizzeria itself is decked out in gleaming white subway tile, in fitting with the New York theme.
We shared a variety of red slices, some plastic cups of PBR, and a slice of cheesecake. While the pizza was fresh and delicious, it was doused in enough grease to make the paper plate translucent in no time. (Remember that episode of the Simpsons when Bart rubs his pizza on the wall and then the wall turns clear? Yeah, like that.) There is barely any seating inside the pizzeria, so we carried all of the grub to the lounge area outside.
At $5 a slice, it's expensive, but not unreasonably so. A better deal is ordering a whole pie. I recommend that if everyone in your group can agree on a single topping.
All in all, Secret Pizza is a solid place to go -- if for no other reason than being able to help all the other confused tourists who are curious to find out where you got your pizza and beer from. :-)
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