Memo to East Fremont Street: The following are three examples of the type of food and drink that ought to (might? maybe? someday?) be in our humble burg instead of the tourist traps and various other shite we are saddled with.
Let’s start with a mega-cool pub, The Hopping Pig in San Diego:
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The ice comes from Iceland. (How appropriate!) It goes into a very heavy, very cool ice press at the bar at Le Cirque. Gravity and evaporation do their work, and within a couple of minutes: prest-O! change-O! you have a perfect sphere of super cold ice, ready to go into whatever expensive whisky has just been ordered.