Let me set the stage for this one. It’s midnight on a Thursday night, I just lost a bunch of money betting on the NFL season opener, and I need a serious pick me up. I remember that 2 blocks from where I’m staying in Las Vegas, there is supposedly a Di Fara Pizzeria at Caesar’s Palace. I cross the street to the Cosmopolitan, lose some more money playing my way through the casino, and eventually begin my hike to Caesar’s with vodka cranberry in hand. Stop to watch the Bellagio fountain show. Enter Caesar’s, then try to track down the pizza that I’m on this entire mission for in the first place. I finally find it and… wait what? It’s a take out stand in a brightly lit food court?