Everytime we come to Vegas, we come here at least once. The service is great and everything we've ever ordered has been amazing and left us barely able to walk back to the car.
The boyfriend got potato pancakes this morning that nearly burnt his throat they were so fresh but he claims it was worth the pain. I got an omelette that never possibly could have been finished by a single person. Ok, maybe that's not true, but I surely would have felt like vomiting if I had eaten the whole thing. I also have fond memories of the blueberry pancakes and a pecan waffle of some sort. If I recall correctly, I think I really wanted to drink the syrup that came with the pecan waffle. Yes, it was that good.
Leave the strip. Go drive way far away to blueberry hill because the time spent eating and the nap required after will kill enough time to keep you from losing all your money at the blackjack table.