Let us repeat, this time with gusto: Vegas has its very own fucking Halal Guys.
Now, to completely appreciate the implications of this development, let’s go back to a simpler time...
The year was 1990. The first Bush was president. Spandex was an incandescent glimmer in the public’s rearview mirror. And three entrepreneurial partners—the Halal Guys—opened up an eponymous Manhattan street cart serving what would later become world-famous platters of chicken, gyros, rice and that inexplicably tasty white sauce.
Fast-forward to 2016, and you’ve got that same renowned food in Chinatown. (It’s soft-open now and grand-opens tomorrow, and this is the slideshow and the menu.)
You’ll probably play it cool, walking in here as if it were any other fast-casual, late-night situation. Visit the counter and order a platter of chicken and beef, or just one meat in sandwich form. And proceed down the line getting it all custom-smothered with sauces and veggies.
Then you’ll take that to go, waiting patiently to dive in until you get home or to your hotel...
Optimism is in such short supply these days.