Todd D.
Yelp
Blueberry Hill Restaurant 3790 E. Flamingo Rd., Las Vegas, NV 89121
4 Stars (local chain)
With four locations across the Las Vegas Valley, Blueberry Hill is a local legend for homemade flavors. Sedalia was my server and all I can say about her is, "Wow." Sedalia was awesome. I am sure she would be just at home serving in a gourmet eatery as she was in this above-average greasy spoon. The Big Boy is on a major roll when it comes to outstanding servers. I loathe the day to come when it inevitably comes to a screeching halt. However, today was not that day! I asked Sedalia the Superb for some Cinnamon Swirl Pancakes, Biscuits & Gravy, eggs over easy with sides of hash browns and corned-beef hash, along with their namesake Blueberry Muffin.
As Sedalia departed to place my order, I snapped some pics of the joint and found myself humming some Fats Domino. Before I finished the tune, Sedalia the Superlative returned with my repast for this visit. Everything smelled and looked so appetizing that it was all I could do to take a few pictures of the food before scarfing it down.
I began my foray into Blueberry Hill's gastronomic offerings with a forkful of Cinnamon Swirl Pancakes. Holy Al's Diner, Fonzie! I had to take a furtive look up to ascertain that I was not, indeed, on Mount Olympus as these bad boys were fitting for the Greek Gods. Exploding with flavor on the palate, they were grilled to a perfect fluffiness and if that icing was not made in the back, I'm blind in one eye and can't see out the other. These were so amazing that I had a hard time putting them down, but I had a job to do. Making a mental note to eat these as soon as I got home, I forced myself to move on to the Biscuits & Gravy.
To those new to the Big Boy, I recently stopped in Las Vegas for a spell, but I am a Southerner by birth and have lived there for most of my life. My point? If there is one thing I know for Got Day-um sure, it's good Biscuits & Gravy. One bite of this and I would go on record that they have a Wyatt, Atticus, or perhaps a Clementine in the kitchen. Regardless of the cook's name and location of origin, these biscuits and gravy told me one thing about them. They had Southern in their blood, y'all. Outstanding!
As I was two for two at the plate, I was looking forward to the eggs and their glorious-looking sides of hash browns and corned beef hash. The first forkful of eggs were a home run. Cooked to perfection and tasting farm-fresh, my taste buds were pleased. The hasbrowns were, like everything else so far, cooked spot on. Whomever was in the kitchen was zeroed in and nailing everything. Well done, fellow human! The corned-beef hash taught me a valuable lesson. Holy smokes, the corned beef hash was terrible. Why slack on this, I will never know.
This brings me to the final foodstuff up for review this stop, the Blueberry muffin. First of all, take a look at that picture. Notice the surface and the edges. Does that look toasted to you? It was, wait for it, split and placed on the GRIDDLE. STOP THE PRESSES! Send out a memo to every diner, greasy spoon and choke 'n puke in this here country. Grill your muffins or CLOSE your doors. This was unreal. Why isn't anyone else doing this? Holy Richie Cunningham, I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill!
The Big Boy says, "No hash and we are talking 5 Stars here. If you are still sitting there reading this, get off your fanny and down to your nearest Blueberry Hill. Stat."