What I learned from yesterday morning, is to trust myself instead of the food critics. So, rather than eating sodden vegetable arepas with pouched eggs we went to our favourite arepa joint for breakfast. And I got exactly what I needed - crunchy cachapa with amount of cheese that would feed a smaller African country for a year. So good! Coffee was also exactly what I would expect in a diner, i.e. nothing spectacular but also not a see-through drink.
We walked towards Strip and counted all the hotels, built in the last year. Well, there were few. One bigger than the other. We walked until Eiffel Tower, took the elevator up, inspected once again the construction site and mountains on the horizon and took Lyft to the taco joint. Because once again I had done my research and found out that only 4,5 walking hours away are the best tacos in Nevada. We arrived and to start with, we ordered 3 tacos and a portion of guacamole. And after finishing those, we ordered 3 more. We would have ordered more, but Spirit Airlines puts a lot of effort into balancing the weight on board correctly and we didn't want to cause any annoyance for them by making the plane gravitate to left and keep circling above Las Vegas. So, we had tacos with grilled fish, shredded beef and pork and spicy shrimps. The research paid off, everything was as good or better than expected. Apart from the fish taco, which could use some fine tuning with a dressing.
Since the taco joint was in a cute little suburb, we walked around a bit, watched kids biking around in casinos and returned to the hotel for an afternoon nap.
In the evening we went again to our favourite place - the container park, because Scott wanted to have a hot dog. We were sitting at the table, set with hot dog and cold beer, when suddenly there were loud bangs and sparks everywhere. Considering that I am in a country where it's easier to buy a gun than yogurt with no added sugar, I was already intending to hit the floor under the table, when I remembered that it's time for the praying mantis to get into action again. To calm down, the best idea seemed to go to casino and gamble some more money, but we ended up walking out there with 32 USD winning.
Since I skipped on hot dog due to not being hungry, but still felt like having something good, I googled cafes. To get a good coffee and a delicious truffle. But guess what, US is not known as country of classic cafes. Instead of a nice cozy cafe I had the option of visiting "Heart Attack Grill" just on the other side of the street. And if I'd be a 350 lb customer, I would eat there for free. They have a scale right next to the entrance with a ramp big enough to accommodate all kinds of support equipment the 350 lb customer might have to be able to move around. So, we went to Starbucks. I had shortbread coffee and a cake on a stick. They had rolled some cookie dough into balls and covered with frosting. Scott had hot chocolate and some fairly boring coffee cake.
We walked towards Strip and counted all the hotels, built in the last year. Well, there were few. One bigger than the other. We walked until Eiffel Tower, took the elevator up, inspected once again the construction site and mountains on the horizon and took Lyft to the taco joint. Because once again I had done my research and found out that only 4,5 walking hours away are the best tacos in Nevada. We arrived and to start with, we ordered 3 tacos and a portion of guacamole. And after finishing those, we ordered 3 more. We would have ordered more, but Spirit Airlines puts a lot of effort into balancing the weight on board correctly and we didn't want to cause any annoyance for them by making the plane gravitate to left and keep circling above Las Vegas. So, we had tacos with grilled fish, shredded beef and pork and spicy shrimps. The research paid off, everything was as good or better than expected. Apart from the fish taco, which could use some fine tuning with a dressing.
Since the taco joint was in a cute little suburb, we walked around a bit, watched kids biking around in casinos and returned to the hotel for an afternoon nap.
In the evening we went again to our favourite place - the container park, because Scott wanted to have a hot dog. We were sitting at the table, set with hot dog and cold beer, when suddenly there were loud bangs and sparks everywhere. Considering that I am in a country where it's easier to buy a gun than yogurt with no added sugar, I was already intending to hit the floor under the table, when I remembered that it's time for the praying mantis to get into action again. To calm down, the best idea seemed to go to casino and gamble some more money, but we ended up walking out there with 32 USD winning.
Since I skipped on hot dog due to not being hungry, but still felt like having something good, I googled cafes. To get a good coffee and a delicious truffle. But guess what, US is not known as country of classic cafes. Instead of a nice cozy cafe I had the option of visiting "Heart Attack Grill" just on the other side of the street. And if I'd be a 350 lb customer, I would eat there for free. They have a scale right next to the entrance with a ramp big enough to accommodate all kinds of support equipment the 350 lb customer might have to be able to move around. So, we went to Starbucks. I had shortbread coffee and a cake on a stick. They had rolled some cookie dough into balls and covered with frosting. Scott had hot chocolate and some fairly boring coffee cake.
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