If you go to Hash House a Go Go and don’t leave stuffed, it’s your own dang fault.
While in Las Vegas my brother suggested we try Hash House a Go Go and mentioned their reasonably priced, absurdly large portions. They advertise themselves as purveyors of twisted farm food, putting a spin on old standard recipes while keeping it fresh, fun and exciting. I had no idea what any of that means. Thankfully the food spoke for itself.
After calling it a night at 4 a.m., we rolled into Hash House a go go much later than planned. Isn’t that how most mornings in Vegas go? By the time we caught a shuttle, found the Imperial Palace and weaved through the casino floor to the escalator it was nearly 1 p.m.
There was an estimated wait time of one hour, so I dutifully stayed behind while my girlfriends went to shop. About forty minutes later our name was called, my friends were on their way back, but they wouldn’t seat me until our entire party was there. Just so you know.
Initially we were seated at a table but requested to switch to a booth due to a ridiculously wobbly table top. Our waitress reluctantly let us move into a booth three feet away. Then we waited.
We waited to give our drink order. We waited for our drinks. We waited even longer for our waitress to return to take our order. We waited for our food and received an incorrect dish. She asked if we wanted it instead of what we ordered, we said no. So, we waited some more for our correct dish, silverware and extra plates.
I don’t know the reason for this, but discovering bacon in the waffles momentarily rectified the slow service.
Between the three of us we had enough food to feed Kobayashi. We split Sage Fried Chicken and Waffles, a Famous Meatloaf House Hash and HH Original Farm Benedict.
Andy’s Sage Fried Chicken was the best, (in my opinion) and the tallest. Two plump chicken breasts were stacked on four waffles, held in place with a skewer and garnished with a handful of fried leeks. It was a classic combination of chicken and waffles, balancing savory, sweet and salty. Bacon pieces were baked right into the waffle batter, genius.
The Famous Meatloaf hash was a more traditional breakfast item presented in a cast iron skillet. A mix of meatloaf, potatoes, red peppers. spinach and cheese was placed next to scrambled eggs, a biscuit and fruit. The chunks of meat were a little strange, but it was moist and a nice addition. I skipped the dense, crumbly biscuit.
We waited the longest for the Original Farm Benedict which was mashed potatoes, basted eggs, bacon, spinach and tomatoes layered on an open biscuit, topped with roasted red pepper cream. It was an overwhelming, slightly bland and needed a dash of salt, but we sopped up every bit of the sauce.
It was like a tornado blew across our table because all that was left were demolished scraps.
Hash House is an ideal place, especially for groups, because you can easily save some money by splitting plates, the hours are long and everyone will find something tempting on the menu. They have locations around Las Vegas and a few beyond, so if you’re in the area it’s worth the trip to see what twisted farm food is for yourself.
Hash House a go go
3535 Las Vegas Blvd South
Las Vegas, NV 89109
Four flights, eleven hours of sleep over three nights, and countless cappuccinos later, I’m back in Jackson wondering if that crazy blur of a weekend actually happened.
It’s insanely amazing how everything worked out, from getting on guest lists at clubs, eating at great restaurants and scoring fabulous seats at the Cirque Du Soleil “O” show. We even racked up a $102.90 cab fare we didn’t have to pay.
Between meals had in the South and in Vegas, I have a massive amount of content to post. I’m jumping back into reality from a month of fun and have a lot of restaurant stories to share.
Birthday month has officially come to a close.