Remember this book?
Remember these guys?
Remember all the fun we had with the first three editions of EATING LAS VEGAS – The 50 Essential Restaurants?
Let’s face it, who doesn’t?
Who can ever forget the ego wars? The temper tantrums? The pitched battles between Max Jacobson, Al Mancini and I, in which low-brow insults and high-pitched bon mots were our only weapons? Ah, those were the days:
Continue reading “EATING LAS VEGAS – The 50 Essential Restaurants Coming Soon, No Fooling”
In case you haven’t noticed, there is a new Asiatown in town, and it’s located at the intersection of Robindale and Rainbow in the southwest part of the county.
What started with Soyo Barstaurant five years ago has blossomed into a stretch of road with a number of yummy joints serving all sorts of authentic Asian eats. Here you can find an offshoot of Japanese Curry Zen, as well as The Noodle Man just up the street, along with the newly opened Goong Korean BBQ — in the same shopping center as Omoide Noodles & Bowls (pictured above). Just down the street, there’s Pho Annie — tucked inside a strip mall and all but invisible from the street — a joint serving the best classic Vietnamese fare we’ve ever tasted in Vegas….and we’ve tasted them all.
ELV normally avoids restaurants with video poker like:
> Donald Trump avoids humility,
> Republicans ignore climate science, and
He does this because any restaurant with video poker machines is more interested in taking ready cash from slot junkies than it is about the preparation of its food. (Or, as his dear departed dad once said: “Owning any sort of gambling operation is perfect capitalism: it’s a business without a product. They give you money; you give them hope.”)
But there it was, Crab Corner, staring us in the face, and we knew from experience (at this and the sister restaurant across town), that a well-fried hunk o’ lump, Maryland blue crab meat might be just the thing to keep us from getting too crabby. We also remembered Old Bay chips and decent tartar sauce, so we grabbed a table outside (away from the smokey drunks and stupidity around the bar) and dove in. What showed up was as good as you can hope for, 2, 143 miles from the Chesapeake Bay: Continue reading “Cornering the Crab Market”