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.