Bloody Marys: Amazing. Vegas is a city that knows how to do the Bloody Mary right. America was no exception and they spiced the glass rims for an extra kick. \n\nSteak and eggs: Decent. Then again, it's my go-to for hangover breakfasts (actually, all breakfasts) and the Bloody Mary stole the show, so I didn't pay too much attention to it. \n\nService: Sigi was our server. You know, I was, incidentally, at the same table as fellow reviewer Richard C. over here (we're crew - what's up punkass!) and I agree: Sigi was top-notch. Her hustle deserves a better forum in a better establishment. \n\nIan did indeed get six fries. It was embarrassing for everyone and I felt bad for the dude. And overall, the food was sub-par and America brought out the weirdness in everybody: Jeff - who is 6'5, was hungover and routinely eats like a garbage disposal - couldn't take more than a bite of his veggie sandwich. The bathroom was outside in the casino and it was weird with eight of us shuffling in and out of America for fifteen minutes at a time. The kitchen took too long to bring out our food. Even I grew a beard along with the rest of the man convention just sitting around waiting for our slop. \n\nAlso, I dropped a Benny on black at the roulette table afterward, and it went down the drain. I think it was because of America. Bad mojo.