It took me almost two years but I finally did it: forced myself to eat in every one of Las Vegas’s venerable establishments. The oldest restaurants in town. Those slices of history that have hung on for decades, bucking trends and stemming tides.
And you know what I found?
They’re all terrible.
Not terrible terrible as in inedibly terrible, but so dated, shopworn and threadbare that there is no appreciable culinary reason to go to any of them.
(Photo by Cierra Pedro)
Do you like a good sandwich?
I know I do.
If you’re like us and our staff, you think that John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich did the world a solid in the 18th Century by placing his lunch meat between two pieces of bread:
(Photo by Jon Estrada)
….the better to expedite his eating and not interfere with his gambling habit.
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Can a simple bowl of soup do what Tony “Mr. Personality” Hsieh’s millions could not?
Could a kick-ass sandwich:
…. accomplish what all the well-intentioned-yet-ultimately-tepid redevelopment plans could not? Mainly, create a sense of neighborhood economic accomplishment among the downtown denizens who are hungry for the barest glimpse of something substantive, beyond cocktail bars and used furniture stores?
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