Reservations to the hottest new restaurant in Vegas has been as rare as dentition in Gallus gallus domesticus (hen’s teeth).
These containers are reconfigured into shops, bars, restaurants, and even a wedding chapel.
I can finally watch Food Network again without cringing. Too much.
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.
Those of us who live in Nevada sneer at California politics even while driving there every opportunity to grab food, wine, and some serious beach time.
Well. Now that I have your attention...