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Eating Las Vegas knows not if the clippy cloppy-heeled crowd help a hotel’s bottom line…but on any given weekend evening, the third floor of The Cosmopolitan is crawling with them. Strolling through there last Saturday night, we counted no less than eight tables of six or more young women at Jaleo — all dressed astonishingly alike — celebrating something or other with those high-pitched cackles and shrieks in which they can’t help but communicate.

Were he twenty years younger, ELV would’ve considered it a target-rich environment, but at his age, all he could do is feel sorry for the waitstaff.

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ELV is neither a jock sniffer nor a star f*cker. Any obsession over what someone else is doing — be it winning a Super Bowl or American Idol — seems to us to be an enormous waste of time. However, in our youth, we were huge sports fans — Johnny Unitas, Arnold Palmer and The Great One were our heroes growing up — and we followed the Baltimore Colts and Pittsburgh Pirates religiously right up until the Colts snuck out of Baltimore in the dead of night, and Willie Stargell (our second favorite Pirate of all time) retired.

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Anthony John Curtas (born Antonis Yanni Cutsumpas – Feb. 10, 1926-Feb. 3, 2006) — The Official Father of ELV — had only a six months left on this mortal vale when we recorded this tribute to him on Father’s Day 2004. It gives you some insight into A. J. Curtas (as he was known), and also into our upbringing in restaurants — a three minute tour of the eating experiences in the 1960s that inspired us.

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