BIG PAUL’S – Hope Springs Eternal
ELV will give you this: Big Paul’s smelled right (nice and smokey) and (according to Calvin Trillin) he’s the right color (from the glimpse we caught of him).
Archive for the ‘Openings’
I-NABA = Soba-licious
Favorite foodie friend Dr. Keita Sakon alerted us to the opening of this place yesterday, and, always on the lookout for pristine Japanese eats, we zeroed in on the location like a Zeke heading for the Ticonderoga. (Okay, maybe that’s not the best analogy, since those Zeros were trying to kill Anthony John (Cutsumpas) Curtas – 1926-2006 – the Official Father of ELV, but you get the idea.)
Everybody Should Be Fighting to Get to KUNG FU CHEF
In the Pacific Asian Plaza
Eating Las Vegas had no idea why the former Ay-Chung Cafe closed and Kung Fu Chef took its place in the identical restaurant, serving similar menu Taiwanese food, to a very similar clientele.
No idea that is, until he tasted the food.
Ummm…That’s Good Chili Pig Bag
You call it corn, we call it maize.
Or so they said in the 70s.
BACHI BURGER Better Bring It
BACHI BURGER — a place of which ELV has been less than fond in the past — is soon to open right next door to Rocket Fizz, right between RF and the Regal Village Square Theaters. We have no insider info — they don’t exactly cotton to a critic whose review headline read: “Botching Burgers” — but from the look of things, they’re less than a month away.
ROCKET FIZZ-ie-li-cious
Shhhh…here’s a secret: Obscure soda pops are ELV’s private passion — right up there with Niner’s football, Hedy Lamarr in her prime, and his all-consuming fears of Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, and Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia,
First Bites – RAMEN SORA
Can you believe there’s another ramen place on Spring Mountain Road? It sounds almost too good to be true for lovers of all things soupy and slurpy from the Land of the Rising Sun!
OSCAR’S – Impolitic Eating
Ahh…the arrogance that only our former mayor seems to be able to get away with. His schtick has worn well with the clown-loving, back-slappers who’ve kept him in office over the the years, and he wears his brazenness like a gaudy necktie, hoping the hoi polloi won’t ask to see what’s behind the bombast and the Bombay. Until now, no one has asked any hard questions of him — no personal ones anyway — as the Smith Center has gotten built, Tony Hsieh has saved Fremont Street(?), and downtown, at its best, is slightly less of a dump than it was when he took office twelve years ago.
Dining Hizzoner’s Way
A tall, willowy gal greets you at the entrance. She couldn’t be any nicer.
“Do you have a reservation?” she asks. “I’m sorry, we don’t,” you respond a bit sheepishly.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” is her smiling reply, as she glances over her book and the room as you spend a minute gazing at pictures of the ex-mayor on the wall.
Restaurant reviews, quips, picks and pans-with some seriously salivating history-from the man who eats his way through Sin City every day.
