The Vegas cafe has an open-air balcony dining space that overlooks the Strip, which I am down to dominate. But first, I need the energy from Round Four. The Schnitzel Burger, with its substantial pretzel bun and tender-yet-crispy fried pork, gives me exactly the boost I need. Danke. Then there’s the pineapple-topped, mouth-firing, Hawaiian-themed Local Legendary named the Ninth Island Burger. Why, exactly? Exec Chef Scott tells us that Vegas is colloquially referred to as Hawaii’s ninth island due to its heavy Hawaiian population. I tell him, “Hey, pal, Vegas isn’t even an island. Geography much?” but my mouth is full of meat so it just sounds like “Hrrrrrmmgh.”
I do get to chew the (metaphorical) fat with Scott a bit more later, and it becomes apparent that, man, these guys love the hell out of what they do. Not only does he enthusiastically build from-scratch burger masterpieces for me, he gives me traffic recommendations for the next morning. That's Hospitality 101, folks.