New site!


Right, so back by popular demand, the restaurant review site, but in a new format. Many of these reviews are old, just haven't gotten around to posting them until now. I'll try to date them where I can. You can still check out the old site here

Unlike other foodie bloggers, I however don't own any fancy camera gear - just an old Sony digital camera that works. Maybe if it breaks I'll look at getting something else, but likely just another simple point and shoot type thing that I won't break easily!

So here we go!

"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter-faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn.

To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.

Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food. The body, these waterheads imagine, is a temple that should not be polluted by animal protein. It's healthier, they insist, though every vegetarian waiter I've worked with is brought down by any rumor of a cold.

Oh, I'll accomodate them, I'll rummage around for something to feed them, for a 'vegetarian plate', if called on to do so. Fourteen dollars for a few slices of grilled eggplant and zucchini suits my food cost fine."
― Anthony Bourdain

Monday, March 5, 2012

Hash House A Go Go

With waffles on my mind, and my mind on my waffles (with apologies to Snoop Dogg), I rolled down the Strip in search of the mythical beast, chicken and waffles.   I'd heard of a place called Hash House A Go Go, and its legendary portions of food. 




First things - it's not in the most savoury of places - inside the Imperial Palace.   The IP is known for its location mostly, and nothing else.   It's smack dab in the middle of the strip, and I don't think I'd ever want to see the place with the lights fully on.   It smells of smoke, sweat, and other things that I don't want to think about, but in order to find my chicken and waffles, I'd have to grin and bear it, since the Hash House is in the back of the casino, just up the escalators. 

As I managed my way up there, it was surprisingly quiet, but then I guess I was early for dinner.  Good for me, thanks to the hour difference in cities.  Surprisingly spacious, I was seated immediately, and took very little time to find my target, while also ordering a sweet tea, southern-style.  I glanced around at the other tables, and saw gigantic 1 lb burgers, pot pies the size of my head, among other gargantuan feasts.   The crazy part, everyone seemed to be finishing theirs, including a gaggle of older ladies.

I had hardly ordered (or so I thought) when my plate arrived... with a thunk.   The thing is tall...   granted, the rosemary sprig sticks out hugely, and so does the steak knife, but pull those out, and you still have two chicken breasts on top of 4 waffles.   I've not had many of these before, but I was truly looking forward to this.

I dug in, and found super moist fried chicken... juicy, but lacking a bit of seasoning.  Maybe I'm used to KFC or Chicken on the Way, but this was nearly bland.   However, the waffles were sensational.  Crispy on the outside, fluffy and light on the inside.. and stuffed with bacon!   How can you go wrong?   I found the solution to my unseasoned chicken in the form of a small dipping bowl of syrup on the side, which tied everything together neatly.   Now, I'm not sure how many of you have gotten the 'eating' sweats, but I definitely developed this as I chowed down.   I managed to make it through the chicken and 2 waffles before I had to throw in the towel, only to be laughed at by the aforementioned ladies at the table next door.  

I'd also decided to plan ahead and get myself a breakfast item for the next day, so I ordered the waiter-recommended chicken benedict, since the pot pie was not able to be taken out, unfortunately.  The takeout box had to be twice the height of any other I've ever seen, and as I was leaving, I spotted why.   A table near the exit had ordered one, and it measured a good foot tall in food, and looked that size in width too. 

I got back to the hotel, after having felt like I'd been carrying a 10 lb weight across the strip, and discovered that the benedict was indeed, that large.   Deconstructed, it is a top layer of egg, over a piece of chicken, on top of bacon, laying on tomatoes and spinach, some mozza, all on top of a couple of rather thick biscuits, sitting on a potato mash studded with bacon.  Got all that?   Because topping it, is a container of chipotle cream.  Good thing it comes with a bit of fruit to balance all that food!


 Anyways, if you're in search of excess without going to a buffet, I'd recommend this place.   It's not for the faint of heart!
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  1. UnknownSeptember 22, 2012 at 8:31 AM

    It looks like 1 dish can be share by 2 people :) The only thing I remember about Los Wages is the all you can eat sushi place, located in planet hollywood . I pigged out on Alaskan crab legs.

    Now, you got me wanting waffles that are " Crispy on the outside, fluffy and light on the inside.. and stuffed with bacon"

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