Tucked away from the neon jungle of the Strip, Vickie’s Diner serves up plates of Americana so authentic that Nevadans willingly burn gas just to slide into those pink vinyl booths and taste what real diner food is supposed to be.
Las Vegas exists in two parallel universes simultaneously.
There’s the Vegas of travel brochures and bachelor parties, where fountains dance and celebrities open restaurants they’ll visit twice a year.
Then there’s the Vegas where actual humans live, where the bills come monthly and people search for honest food at honest prices…