In July 2000, I had to go to Las Vegas for work. Yup, life is hard. I hate that city, so on my free day, I hired a mustang and drove into the desert.
The next morning I had a few hours of hire left and no meetings until the afternoon, so headed towards Death Valley. I stopped for breakfast at a diner, Nevada Joe's. I chatted to the cook and ordered a Denver omelette at his suggestion. After I'd finished the meal, the restaurant was quiet, so the cook came over and chatted to me. He hadn't left the US since the Korean War, and wanted to know the world's opinion of America. When I got back to London, I realised that Nevada Joe's isn't just a diner. It's a diner and brothel.
That's the best omelette I have had.