Sorry, Sambalatte, beat it, The Beat…and please accept our sympathies, Starbucks, but for unbridled, pristine smoothness and fresh brewed richness (not to mention an almost silky mouth-feel and zero acidity), nothing trumps the freshly ground siphon coffee at Cafe de Japon:
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It is so rich and smooth we think it deserves two sets of pictures of it being made there:
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If you’ve never been on the Strip on New Year’s Eve, you’re missing one of the great events in America. Of course ELV, having no interest in mingling directly with the hoi polloi, does not practice what he preaches, preferring instead his preferred perch provided by the good folks at Serendipity 3 — where a bird’s eye view of things was achieved without actually experiencing any physical contact with the unwashed masses.
After the big countdown, and an even bigger meal at Old Homestead, we repaired to Restaurant Guy Savoy for some hearty shots of sugary Chartreuse, and then to the yearly after-party at Circo, where we focused on women’s cleavage for the rest of the evening (tasty snap #9).
Just thought you’d like to know.
Happy New Year!