This isn't so much a review as, well, a naration of my foodie adventures. First of all, while it was big according to my I-don't-like-to-walk-much standards, in all reality it wasn't uncomfortably large. They had ~40 food trucks lined up in aisles to the left of the entrance, and all the typical carny stuff - like rides, games, and your typical ho-hum corndogs and funnel cakes, over to the right of the entrance.
So basically, you didn't have to fight your way through sticky, sneezing kids to get at the foodie stuff, or, I suppose conversely, didn't hafta wade through a bunch of ridiculously hungry people when all you want is to get these bleeping kids on a bleeping ride before you knock someone's teeth out.
But like any well-trained athlete (yes, I know what athletes do!), I knew with such a challenging physical task ahead of me, namely, walking around and around in the November heat, eating everything that sounded good (and doesn't it all sound good?), I was going to need to carboload.
Yes, November in Vegas is hot; Sunday afternoon peaked at 85F, which I find too warm for napping, let alone waddling around under our sun-that-feels-WAY-too-close/pushing a stroller/cuddling a fussing infant/picking out foods to eat/DIGESTING said food. There's a reason we decided to take a break until the sun went down.
But back to the carboloading. In order to really start the day off right, and fill me with the energy I'd need to get through the day, we had breakfast at Hash House A Go Go. I LOVE this place, seriously, and they recently(ish) opened a location inside the M Resort, which I'd never been to - we usually go to the one on Sahara.
If you've never been, the menu can be daunting. Not just because they have so much to choose from, but because it all sounds too delicious to wait 'til next time. And their portion sizes are on the far side of ginormous, so getting 2 entrees is out of the question, I don't care HOW big your appetite is. My solution?
That's a Watermelon Kiwi Lemonade, if you're curious. And yes, that's a hunk of actual watermelon as 'garnish'.
Fat Hubby went for a classic favorite, the Sage Chicken and Bacon Waffles platter...
And yes, that is actual slices of bacon baked right into the waffle. ZOMG!
I went with something totally new for me. It was billed as Sausage Pot Pie...
It was a large bowl with a heaping helping of Hash House's signature griddled mashed potatoes (yes, mashed potatoes sorta halfway made into potato pancakes before they 'gave up' and just scrambled the crusty bits in - ZOMG!) topped with a biscuit UFO. Now, normally I like biscuits and gravy, but I wasn't exactly looking forward to a Hash House sized biscuit...because, you know, I can do exponential math in my head (roughly), and I wasn't sure I liked biscuits THAT MUCH. But no, the flatened out 'brim' of the hat basically fried itself in the oven into a crispy(?) really thick chip(?) cracker(?) But softer and squishier than a cracker, too. I don't know, but it was frickin' AWESOME!
Ok, so you've got actual bowl, pan-fried mashed potatoes, chapeau de biscuit, and in the bowl of the HAT you've got ~4 cups of A.MAZ.ING. sausage gravy. And I don't mean 'gravy, oh and look, some crumbles of sausage' - NO. I mean 'oh look, a 1lb sausage patty fell apart when I flipped it over...guess I'll add just barely enough gravy to justify using a spoon to dish it out' - YEAH. Then ALL OF THAT topped with, I dunno, a bazillion scambled eggs. Garnishes consisted of a giant sprig of rosemary (for height, I guess? Flavor-wise, I coulda lived without it) and a pinch of deep-fried spaghetti strands (aka, the roni in Rice-a-Roni).
I know the burning question on your mind - did I eat all of that giant hat of awesomeness and then proceed directly to the Foodie convention? Alas, I did not. I knew I had a big day of eating ahead of me, and if I've learned anything from my marathon-running friends (other than that I never want to run a marathon, ever) it's that pacing is key. So I took it easy.
I'm such a liar. That bite I'm holding? Had I actually swallowed it, I would have exploded like a Fat Girl Pinata. 3 bites in, I didn't care that I had SO MUCH MORE food to eat today. 6 bites after that, I started trying to convince myself that being this stuffed was a good thing, that since 'hunger is the best sauce', it was my food-blogging duty to make sure that I would judge the food truck food on its own and not be influenced by my ravenous hunger. 13 bites after that, I just re-admitted to myself that I am a Fat Girl, and I was gonna stuff as much of that sombrero into my face-hole as possible.
Then I pouted that I couldn't take the leftovers home with me, as I searched frantically for some sort of nap-taking area.