Here we go with another superfluous review of Hash House a Go Go.  We all know it, it looks like most of us love it.\n\nI seriously thought I was going to die during my wait for a table at Hash House.  My weekend in Vegas was coming to a close, and none too soon.  I killed more brain cells than I want to consider, and I was so ill from overconsumption that I could hardly sit up without battling the urge to hurl.  It was gnarly, at best.  I am so glad I waited, because Hash House magically cured me.\n\nTake my advice - if you had some errors in judgment during your Saturday night in Vegas, spend your Sunday morning by trekking to the Imperial Palace, wading through the smoke and celebrity impersonators, and taking the escalator to Hash House a Go Go.  Order a coke, and pick a skillet.  I suggest the chorizo.  Devour it.  Then go blow $50 in the penny slots and consume a hair of the dog that bit you.  All will be right in the universe again, trust me.