Not what I was expecting. \n\nWhen I get drunk I can eat....and I mean eat. Now when you mix my high metabolism with a day of vegas walking and drinking I could probably start my own Man Vs. Food show....the drunk version.\n\nI stumbled into this place on my poor wife's shoulder the night we got there. I say poor wife because I have a good 90 pounds on her. The whole experience was fuzzy....but my wife did mention I was speaking Spanish with the guy taking orders...When I start ordering food in Spanish and talking conversations, I know i'm hammered.\n\nApart from the long wait, we ordered the woody. A very large, bland, dry sandwich consisting of roast beer and pastrami. Between the both of us we ate HALF. Not because it was so big or anything, but because we couldn't bare to eat the other half. In fact! Housekeeping didn't even pick it up for 2 days. Apparently they knew something about that sandwich we didn't. \n\nSeriously over priced sandwich that's weak sauce...
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