Although my first full day in Las Vegas wasn’t anything earth shattering food wise, my taste buds rejoiced during my morning cup of coffee. Perhaps it is Nevada’s proximity to Hawaii or South America, but the coffee they serve in the restaurants here is some of the smoothest, most tasty java I’ve ever sampled.
After praising the coffee numerous times and drinking about a pot and a half I jittered away from the breakfast tables and off towards the blackjack tables. At least the coffee is more reliable than my luck.
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