Hash House
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008We ended our trip at a quaint little breakfast and lunch place called the Hash House (not Hash House a Go Go which also has a location in Vegas) a few miles from the strip. We discovered it searching online for “best breakfast spots” that were not buffets.
When we came in close to 11am, the place was packed, two waitresses rushed about trying to get coffees filled, orders taken and food delivered. It was as if the number of customers that morning caught them by surprise. We ended up sitting at a table before it was bused. The wait was long, it was a good 15 minutes before we ordered and another 20 for the food.
To their credit, the food was really good. Good enough for a 20 minute wait, but as a breakfast, kinda pushing it at 35. We both ordered their hash, I got their roast beef hash and Jae their everything hash, it came with 2 eggs, fruits, and toast. The hash wasn’t too greasy and we had a generous serving of sliced bananas and strawberries instead of the usual crappy canned fruits diners always give.
The homemade strawberry jam that came with our toast was so delectable that I picked up a jar. I usually don’t buy jam at $6.50 a piece, but it was really just that good. I was even more pleased when the cashier kindly gave me two dollars off the jam for our patience with their service. As I was paying, she gave me a weary look and said, “I suppose we’ve been discovered.”
Yes, I suppose so too.
On our way back we stopped by the outlet and stocked up on new clothes. I didn’t find much for myself, shoes and a skirt, but Jae was able to find some great deals on slacks and shirts for work. We were able to make it back by 8… 48 hours later from the time we decide to go to Vegas…
So ends our weekends.


