Around 11:00 pm, some of us started to get hungry and headed towards the first available food proving solution, i.e. a New York style deli. And as per usual, I had to be stupid and believe that portions would be of a sensible size. anywhere else in the US, portions are huge. Here, they are STUPID!

So I ordered my little sandwich called a “Woody Allen” sandwich, 1/2 pastrami, 1/2 corned beef, hoping that it would be close to a Ruben’s Sandwich served at Selfridges in London… What a fool I am!

First, on my left (the small one), the Ruben’s Sandwich. Toasted bread, Pastrami, mustard, gurkin on toasted rye bread at Selfridges, the land of the good looking and shiny people (RRP: £7):

And on my right (the stack of crap), the Woddy Allen Sandwich, at the Mirage Hotel, Las Vegas, the land of the fat people wearing shorts, socks and sandals (RRP: $12).

There is enough food on that for a family of 4.

The fork is a full size fork, not a pocket thing and the 2 white things are the slices of bread around the meat…

Estimated weight, 4 lbs. Honestly, this should have a warning from the office of the Surgeon General guys: “Eating kills!” or “Eating this will cause a slow and painful death”, the same way we have it on cigarettes in the UK.

You may wonder, but I didn’t finish it!