This was one of the first places I got taken out to eat after I moved to Vegas, and wow. I was in no way warned, so when the portions arrived I just sort of wept softly. I had the chicken and waffles and got 3 filling meals out of them, being a tiny girl. Waffles stuffed with bacon? Yes. Yes please. And not some soggy nasty bacon. Proper crispy bacon. The chicken was well fried and not a greasegob, and the salty sweet balance was just right.
My husband had the eggs benedict, of which he is a very picky consumer, but he proclaimed it "quite satisfactory" and left full for once in his life.
The service was good; prompt but not pushy, politely offered everything from beer to desert, but we weren't nagged.
Overall, not a place I'd go often, but I think it will be a good place to take the Family From The Midwest when they come and want something "homey but unique".