Monday. 10 a.m. Las Vegas, Nevada. A mild, sunny mid-morning team breakfast is akin to a Pantherinae group feeding time captured only by the stealthiest National Geographic micro camera. The culinary variety rotated from coconut pancakes with mango to egg white omelets doused with fresh mozzarella to the mixed berry french toast drenched in syrup, the delight of which no one’s ears were spared thanks to the Bearded One’s declaration that it was best-in-show on Raffle Café’s menu — a Breakfast of Winners, not just one-time Champions.
Vince Knows better than to dine without his bib, and even though the foreign waitress clowned the fashion statement she couldn’t possibly translate — she doesn’t speak #SWAG or #SWISH — he calmly enabled his Irish, honey-filled oatmeal to warm his tummy, not the front of his cheetah tee.