Happy Valentine’s Day y’all! Panu and I spent most of today in our rental Dodge Charger, hurtling our way from Vegas to LA. It was a pretty awesome drive… for me anyways because I napped most of the way *heh* We arrived in LA this afternoon, had (another) nap and went out for an impromptu v-day dinner. We ate sushi, sashimi and a tofu salad, a welcome detox from all the crap we ate in Vegas, which started on our very first morning when my friend Sophie took us to Hash House a Go Go.
I mean, do you have much hope for a place called anything a Go Go? No, I didn’ think so.
Words can’t really describe the sheer enormity of the meals at Hash House a Go Go and in fact, photos do them no justice either. But I’m gonna give it a shot and show you what we ate:
This is my pancake aka a brown sugar and banana flapjack. It was over 30cm in diameter in sugary diabetic goodness, topped with sweet salty butter and OMG it was delicious. But I almost died eating it.
Possibly a familiar photo, here’s Sophie with her chicken and waffle stack. Proper WTF right? Three super thick waffles with bacon Baked Into Them, topped with three enormous pieces of dirty fried chicken. They serve this monumental dish with fried shallots and stab it with a big fat steak knife because ain’t no way it would stay up on its own. I honestly don’t think any normal human being can finish this dish…
… although having said that, there were plenty of local human beings at Hash House. Giant specimens of our kind. Wearing stretchy pants. Because you can’t eat this shit and wear skinny jeans. Fact.
And lastly, Panu’s almost reasonably sized beef hash fry up served with scrambled eggs, potato, a biscuit (kind of like a scone, or damper for us Aussies) and hey a slice of rockmelon for good measure.
We had to wash all this gunk down with something and thankfully the beverages were regular sized.
The mint latte comes highly recommended from Sophie, and because I’m just a big kid, I had me a chocolate milk.
And this is why people get fat in Vegas.
ps. that night we had two dinners. Mental.
pps. the next morning I ate cereal and fruit because I honestly couldn’t handle anything else.
ppps. I also won at craps in Vegas! So you can get rich and fat in Sin City.
Hash House a Go Go
6800 W Sahara Ave,
Las Vegas, NV, 89146
702 804 4646