It seems strange that Downtown is north of The Strip. Today I headed that way twice. The first time was outlet shopping at lunchtime where I bought a few Van Heusen shirts and another pair of brogues, this time in brown.
After resting my tired feet, I headed over to Fremont to have a look round, and get my first experience of a chicken fried steak, washed down with a Fat Tyre beer. I'm currently buying time in the diner to decide if dessert is on the menu.