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No one loves to bag on bad Italian like ELV.
For twenty years we’ve maintained that you can throw anything on a noodle, smother it with cheap tomato sauce and cheese, and the world (or Americans at least) will beat a path to your door.
With a few exceptions, we avoid neighborhood Italian restaurants like Demi Moore does sobriety tests.
Some families only do fish on Fridays.
Others enjoy meatless Mondays.
But around the ELV household, all-Asian Sundays reign supreme.
There’s never been any exact decision to do this, it just seems it’s worked out that way so many Sundays in a row that we now take eating Asian for granted on the last day of the week.
Take yesterday, for example. We just happened to be cruising down West Flamingo when the sign in front of the Palms Hotel said “Cathay House,” beckoning us like a juicy dumpling waiting to be slurped and savored.
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