If you’d like to hear ELV expound orally on the delights of aged beef in the resonant, grandiloquent, deep-toned and high-flown tones for which he is known, click here.
Otherwise, keep reading after the jump for our take on how one steak could save Las Vegas.
We’ve eaten in a number of places lately that may have the shelf life of a bunch of bananas. That’s not because the food isn’t any good at Matryoshka, Mantra Masala, or Ali Baba Fine Lebanese Cuisine — far from it — but these economic climes, combined with a common and fatal flaw, will most likely result in their early demise.
The Las Vegas Review Journal is so simple-minded, relentlessly lowbrow, and mired in mediocrity when it comes to its food (TASTE) section that we usually ignore it the way we do a NASCAR race or American Idol.
But when it comes to burgers, something needs to be said.
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