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| - After getting burned on multiple Strip recommendations (that's the road, not strip clubs), I sought a highly rated breakfast place that was a little more local, away from the hungover sin fest and douchery along Las Vegas Boulevard. I'm sad to report that my new favorite omelette (or omelet?) is two time zones away from where I reside. This is why we need to eliminate time zones altogether and have one universal clock. Then that way I could have Omelet House anytime I wanted. Er, wait...
...Anyway, think Denny's, but way nicer and friendlier and less greasy. Actually, don't think Denny's. It's a quaint, old-timey establishment that is unapologetic for what it is. I'm surprised to find these kinds of friendly, no-frills restaurants with (mostly) good folks in them. That's what I get for forgetting that Las Vegas is still a city outside the Strip, with hospitals, offices, grocery stores, and friendly restaurants. My older server was delightful. And when people say the omelettes (or omelets?) are enormous, they are not lying whatsoever. They're gargantuan and hearty. And with many options to choose from, you're sure to find one to your liking. The spuds on the side, though, are basically potato chips but harder to eat. You get a choice of banana bread or pumpkin bread or toast before the meal, which is fun.
But what bothered me most here was, as a guy was bussing a table, the manager came out behind him wiping tables (typical manager, doing the easy part), and called him out in front of everybody, saying he needed to pick up the pace because his fellow associates had made complaints about him not working quicker. I hope that manager reads this: that's not okay. Do that kind of thing in private. I guarantee you that kind of management toward me would have the opposite effect than me working faster.
One-star reduction for the spuds (although they are unique, which is nice) and that manager.
Omelettes (or omelets?): 5/5
Service: 4/5
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