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You see some mighty strange things when you decide to walk three miles to lunch along Las Vegas Boulevard on a cool, breezy Easter Sunday: gargantuan, unfinished hotels, cheap (and we mean cheap) tourist t-shirt shops, bums drinking warm beer from bottles cadged from the gutter, discount (and we mean discount) tour kiosks, and, occasionally, a cool car or Crazy Girl butt to buttress your spirits.
Expansion has killed more restaurants than bad food ever has. – ELV
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First, a little history. ELV’s office used to be a mile or so from Archi’s Thai original location, so he estimates he’s eaten there at least a dozen times over the years. Second, you should know a Thai client, whose name was something like Chaiyaanunt Krungthepmahanakornamornratanakosinmahintarayutthayamahadilokphopnopparatrajathaniburiromudomrajaniwesmahasatharnamornphimarnavatarnsathitsakkattiyavisanukamprasit, took him there two times maybe five years ago, after swearing it was the best Thai in all of Vegas, and the only place “all the local Thai people go” — so ELV used to be impressed with its bona fides.