It’s 3 AM in Las Vegas. The neon outside still hums, but inside me, the energy of the Strip has finally sputtered. My feet ache, my head buzzes, and all I crave is something real, something comforting, and definitely not another overpriced drink.
That’s when my internal compass, honed by years of late-night adventures in this city, invariably points to one place: Blueberry Hill Family Restaurant.
Stepping through its doors is like entering a warm hug and the first whisper of that familiar griddle smell instantly tells me I’ve come home.
Where I Went
I visited the location on East Flamingo Road, tucked into a neighborhood strip that feels miles away from the glitz of the Strip. Blueberry Hill operates several valley locations, and some run 24/7, so double-check hours before heading out late. Parking was easy, with a decent-sized lot right in front, and the drive from downtown took less than fifteen minutes…