This Brunch Should Be Packed. It’s Not. That’s the Problem.

STK Las Vegas at Cosmopolitan

This brunch should be packed.
It’s not.
And that’s the problem.

I’ve never been a fan of breakfast in Vegas.

I don’t want to get up that early. I get that people fly in from different time zones, blah blah blah, but I’m not in that group, especially on weekends after a Friday, or/and, Saturday night of overdrinking and desperately needing a hangover fix.

(Which, by the way, the best way to cure a hangover in Vegas? Start drinking again.)

Wifey loves brunch and part of marriage is compromise (“at least that’s what she tells me…”). So when she booked STK, I was half-excited. I’ve hit most of the usual Strip brunches, Spago, Primrose, Hakkasan, Mon Ami, but STK has always somehow dodged me.

We went at prime time. 11 a.m. on a Sunday.