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| - It was 4:30am, I had just worked up an appetite over at Tryst in the Wynn, and I was headed back to my room, sans a lady friend. So, why the hell not get some grub; I mean, it was a pizza place in an Italian-themed hotel, how could I go wrong?
It was the only place open, the staff working this awful night/morning shift was clearly fed up with dealing with drunk people all night, and they were a bit slow and surly, keeping up with the the rapid-fire drunk babble.
There were only 4 kinds of slices available, and I decided on the calzone, which they only had to put in the oven to heat up. It took 10 excruciating minutes, but I took it back to my room, and it had ham and ricotta cheese in it, and it wasn't half bad. It was 49% bad, but it got the job done.
I'm sure I'll end up there again one of these mornings on my next trip.
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