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Chicago. City of Big Shoulders. Home to improbable icons, loveable losers and total jerks embraced by its denizens with unswerving affection.
Much of their food and restaurants get the same treatment. Blind loyalty mixed with undeserved devotion to unworthy subjects. Continue reading “Chicago, Chicago that Hot Dog Toddlin’ Town”
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“It’s about friggin’ time,” was all ELV could think to himself as he took bite after bite of terrific tapas at the newly minted, completely overhauled Bar + Bistro downtown. Some of the items cost as little as four bucks (for fantastically-fried sweet potato fries), and everything tastes like there’s someone who cares about it in the kitchen (unlike some other “tapas” bars around town).
Joël Robuchon’s coming to Vegas in 2005, was, according to then-Gourmet magazine’s then-editor Ruth Reichl “…the single most important event in American gastronomy in the past 50 years.” ELV obviously agreed and devoted two commentaries/reviews (on Sept. 22 and 29, 2005) to his restaurants, that you can listen to by clicking here and here, if you want to hear about the event in the mellifluous, sonorous, sententious and senatorial tones for which he was known.