Archive for the ‘Wake’
I’m not good at obituaries. Never really written one. Didn’t even know Steven A. Shaw that well. But his premature death yesterday (of a heart attack while still in his 40s) calls for some recognition of one of the original internet “foodies,” a James Beard Award winning author, and one hell of a dining companion.
Hops & Harvest bit the dust a few days ago less than six months after it opened to great fanfare in Tivoli Village.
Its ignominious demise was hardly a surprise, as we had received a stream of reports over the past few months about how empty it was even on weekends.
H & H marked the first time in Las Vegas’s history that a nationally acclaimed chef had ventured off the Strip and into the neighborhoods. The fact that Bradley Ogden‘s star had dimmed a bit over the past twenty years in no way diminished this milestone, and lot’s of us kept our fingers crossed that his bold move to the ‘burbs would herald a new dawn in quality, off Strip dining.
Alas, it was not to be.
ELV note: Word reached us today of the passing of Jean Banchet – Chicago’s first celebrity chef and one-time operator of the best restaurant in America — on Sunday. Below is a too-brief but heartfelt reminiscence (published last year) of our sole meal at his Le Français temple of haute cuisine, when it was widely considered the ne plus ultra of fine dining in America. (more…)
“I think the problem (with your book) can be boiled down to one, four-letter word,” said Huntington Press Publisher Anthony Curtis.
“MaxandAlareidiots?” queried ELV.
Bad taste and Vegas really go hand in hand don’t they?
Looking for anything or anyone with good taste in Vegas is generally a fool’s errand, but this press release from the Wicked Spoon Buffet at The Cosmopolitan Hotel and Casino really takes the cake:
Tomorrow (Thursday, Nov. 7) only, Wicked Spoon at The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas will be serving several dishes in tribute to Chef Charlie Trotter and his contributions to the food business in the United States. (more…)
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
To An Athlete Dying Young – A. E. Housman
When I heard last week that Mario Maccioni was leaving Las Vegas, all I could do was sigh, shake my head, and sink into my chair. The news felt inevitable, but nevertheless filled me with a sense of nostalgia and melancholy that can only be compared to the feeling you get when you know you are closing an important chapter in life. We’ll get to that inevitability in a minute, but first a little history.