I found Gritz Café on one of those aimless weekday drives through Las Vegas, starving and skeptical. Just minutes from the Strip’s glitter, tucked near Stella Lake Street, sits a place so unassuming you’d miss it if you blinked.
But step inside, and suddenly you understand why locals guard it like a family secret.
The fried catfish here isn’t just food it’s golden, crispy proof that real soul still lives in the desert…