Breakfast in Las Vegas
I’m still paying off sleep debt from my Las Vegas vacation. Between the electric-tinged twilight of the casinos and the uncertain daylight of Nevada’s winter, I found myself waking at a different hour every day. Lucky for me, it didn’t matter if I was up at 8am or 8pm. Vegas was true to its 24-hour nature. I could always find breakfast.
Breakfast in Las Vegas is a fantastic affair. You get lavish buffets, roadside diners, gourmet sit-downs–every option imaginable stuffed into a few sparkling miles of Strip. There’s zero excuse for a cigarette and espresso breakfast. Not that you’d want an excuse.
I started most “mornings” by stopping over at Hash House a Go Go, a brand new eggs-and-meats place based at the Imperial Palace. With breakfast til 2:30pm every day, sage-fried chicken and waffles, and more hash options than I’ve ever seen on a single menu, this place was a great blend of gourmet and grease. What it wasn’t, was a buffet.
If you’re aiming for a buffet-style breakfast, Vegas is overflowing with options. From Bally’s to the Wynn, nearly every hotel serves up their version of the buffet. But beware: not all buffets are created equal. For me, Paris‘ “Le Village Buffet” tops the competition with champagne on the weekends and made-to-order crepes.
Know a better place to get your ham and eggs? I’d love recommendations for my next trip.
My name: Kate Beall
How I earn my keep: Writing for Travelocity.
Best meal I've ever had: There are three: the mofongo at Jimmy'z Kitchen in South Beach, the lomito completo at Fuente Alemana in Santiago, and (for the sheer novelty factor) the cuy chactado in Arequipa, Peru.
First thing I do in a new place: Hit the shower. Anything more than an hour in transit gets me fantasizing about soap.
View that took my breath away: Seeing the endless stretch of the Sierras as I flew in to Reno/Tahoe for the first time. In the winter, it's an aching field of white all the way to the horizon, like a world wiped clean. Looking out at it gives you this unmatched feeling of eternity.
Most challenging travel moment: Sharing a pull-out couch in a cramped New York apartment. The heat wave of 2010 was in full, humid swing and the air conditioning was D.O.A. There was nothing to do but soak your clothes in the sink and hope to pass out before they dried. ...then wake up in an hour and do it all again.
Favorite way to get around: On foot. I'm still working on the motorcycle license.