The last day was probably the best. Once we figured out we didn't belong on the strip (don't you like my cardigan?), we kept it real and went to a dollar theater with free refills on popcorn.
Deciding on dinner was almost better than the movie. I kept a list of our restrictions that grew by the minute by one or more of us:
+No Asian (the entire continent and all of its influences)
+Nothing on the Strip
+No F words
+Nothing too fast
+Nothing recommended by a local (too hard to find)
But really anywhere is fine.
Every list of restrictions will be concluded with that caveat. I said it at least three times. We ended up eating at Settebellos, which is delicious, and where the only other location can conveniently be found in Salt Lake City, and has probably been enjoyed by all of us within the last few months. But it was the right thing to do.