ELV is a sucker for curried anything, but he has a special affinity for the delicacy of Japanese ones. These lightly fried, curried oysters at Cafe de Japon — .sitting in a light, cucumber sauce (reminiscent of an airy green goddess dressing) — were so good they brought tears to our eyes.:
People may actually be having heart attacks at the Heart Attack Grill, but we’re here to tell ya, they’re having their myocardial infarctions in the wrong place.
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.
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.
Take the old Champions/Taiwan Deli space in the Pacific Asian Plaza, spruce it up, expand the seating, and bring forth Shanghai soup dumplings and Jing Dong meat pies prepared to a fare thee well, and ELV will be at your door faster than you can say eight treasures in hot sauce noodle.
As erudite, illuminating and incisive as our five six word review* of Old Homestead’s food was, the message didn’t sink into the wine-soaked sensibilities of some of our loyal readers.
When ELV lies around his humble abode thinking of things he loathes, many things come to mind, including:
- cupcakes,
- country music,
- people who are intolerant of other cultures,
- the Dutch,
Restaurant reviews, quips, picks and pans-with some seriously salivating history-from the man who eats his way through Sin City every day.
