Try as I might, I can’t get excited about the Wine Spectator “awards.”
Because they’re really not a measure of excellence; they’re only a publicity stunt that restaurants from coast to coast buy into for whatever free publicity it garners them.
They’re also a fraud.
Yes, squash blossoms, those vivid yellow flower buds from whence the tender gourd emerges.
What are they, exactly? Well, for one thing, they’re the reproduction organs of a plant that can have sex with itself? How cool is that?
Now that the dog days of summer are upon us, we at ELV thought we’d change up our posts for the next month or so. Instead of tiring out your overheated and fatigued minds with lengthy articles exploring the nuances of a restaurant, a cuisine, a fabled city or a wine, we thought we’d concentrate on various favorite dishes we’ve tried recently, all in an attempt to spur you out of your humble abodes and into some of the tastiest plates Las Vegas has to offer.
Such as the jerk chicken platter (pictured above) at Tasty Island Jamaican Restaurant — as tasty a plate of yardbird as you can find in our humble burg.