The Smith & Hook was far too rambunctious and showed its youth. Wait. Let's back up. Did I really say that?!?
They are always amazed as I text (using Siri and hands free – I practice safe text) things such as “I can’t believe the traffic on Flamingo! I’m stuck here at Caesar’s Palace!”
I hope to be able to unveil the new look on August 31, leaving the Labor Day morning for tweaking and then barbecuing later. Of course!
My Aunt Joyce and I would visit the Hilton regularly for a girls’ weekend away, and she is the source of one of the funniest “I’ve had too much to drink oh god let me die” stories ever.
My happy over-achiever psyche is gnashing because I really do want to know where I finished. I’m used to 90s and above, so this makes me crazy. But don’t get me wrong…I passed! I'm happy!
When I was growing up in Philly, the corner butcher shop was a neighborhood mainstay. It has since been replaced by agribusinesses producing hormone-and-antibiotic injected Frankenbeasts. It feels great to purchase meats that have the flavors that I remember from my childhood.
After the presentation, a couple of people came up to me and thanked me for asking what they had been thinking - that the over-matured bourbon, just by the very nature of its age, complexity, and tannic structure, was by far the most interesting of the lot. It was okay for me to bring it up I guess. I'm a wine person!
You may be thinking, "Irene you nitwit! You live in Las Vegas! What's the big deal?" The big deal is that just because I live here doesn’t mean that I actually *go* here. Like many locals, I have a certain snobbery when it comes to hanging at The Strip. So for two weeks, I went to Vegas! On The Strip, baby!
Downtown Vegas will be a force and although it will probably forever be in the shadow of the far more glamorous Strip, will be a place where locals can come to get their Vegas on.
Forty-eight Bordeaux Châteaux brought their newly-released 2011 vintage wines, and was I in heaven or what.
While the visit to Caesar's was pretty horrific - in fact, I haven't returned - the one jewel was the glass of Calera Pinot Noir which was presented to me to make up for all of the Wine Fubars they had committed.
After talking with a few folks and greeting old friends, the moment had arrived to taste the vodka. I don't know how the others felt, but I was very excited!