I managed to drag my friend Shannon along for the event - okay, maybe “drag” is a little bit of an exaggeration. She more or less sprinted, ready to go!
We’d have a blind taste-off with wines that we brought from our own cellars (wine coolers, actually. This is Vegas. There are no cellars.)
I can finally watch Food Network again without cringing. Too much.
Meat. Cabernet. And, if you insist, a salad. Health, you know.
Not many people know that prior to Prohibition, Los Angeles was the premier appellation for grape growing and winemaking in all of California.
The meal was an African Vegan-Themed menu. All the courses together provided excellent levels of spices and textures.
I always compare the smell of a clean restaurant to clean laundry. You may not know exactly how it's supposed to smell, but you know it when it's there.
Good thing they don't depend on me because once I get past the nickel video poker machines, my palms start to sweat.
For instance, I had a truffle-infused martini (vodka) the other night that was a miraculous thing.
The other item was the local nurseries that had plants and hybrids that were well suited for the desert climate, assuming, of course, that you have at LEAST an "aqua" thumb. I wish.