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!
BLT Burger at the Mirage will be doing something awesome for service people this coming Veterans Day, Monday, November 11.
July, in my opinion, is the convection oven of the Las Vegas year. It’s not Chamber-of-Commerce-poster-child time here in Sin City.
The finish was pleasantly bitter, hinting of Meyer lemon and coffee. Delicious. And did a fairly good job of slapping my palate around a bit.
Someone had said that they had really good food and were a “microbrewery” with “hand-crafted beers.” Whatever that was.
However, don’t be shy to venture away from the Strip and try some local wine bars and restaurants, as they can often be a pleasant surprise and much better for Vegas on a budget.
I was honest with Tarissa Tiberti, the Executive Director of the Gallery, when I told her that when I thought of Andy Warhol, I thought only of Campbell Soup, LSD, and really bad hair.
At MirePoix Vegas, I’ve talked about everything from the annoying “Chairman” on Iron Chef America – one of my favorite programs, by the way – to recipes using frog fallopian tubes and bat nuts.