Category: Wine

EATALY is Awesome…and other New York Stories

The trouble with traveling to New York is, you’re usually with people who are under the impression there are things to do there other than eat and drink. – ELV

New York is the greatest restaurant city in the world. – Daniel Boulud

Everyone knows ELV hearts New York City. He’s from Connecticut, lived an hour’s drive from mid-town for five years back in the 80s, and knows the restaurant territory there almost as well as he does Las Vegas’. Amazingly, after at least a hundred trips there, he still gets a tingle whenever he’s awakened from his red-eye slumber to see the sun rising over Manhattan (“Ah, civilization!” are the words and thoughts that immediately spring to his mind.):

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After checking in to the Gansevoort Hotel, smack dab in the middle of the meat-packing district, we considered polishing off our hunger at Pastis (right out our window):

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ELV’s Usual Friday Libations

ELV’s had a tough week. And by “tough” he means working on his tan, enduring the heat, and dealing with all those pesky bill collectors….reason enough to crack these open* on a humid, lazy Friday, wouldn’t you agree?

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* We’re kidding of course. Drinking red wine of this caliber in Vegas in August makes about as much sense as having a weenie roast on your roof at noon. Truth be told, we lose our craving for vin rouge in late May and don’t recover it until early October. Not everyone feels this way,  as the above panoply of trophy wines demonstrates. They come from a collector who had them shipped to Comme Ça for a private dinner there a few weeks ago. Go figure.

What’s Wrong with this Picture?

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The fellow pictured above is named Robert Smith. Boring name that. So boring in fact, ELV thinks his name been working against him when it comes to his (not yet) winning a James Beard Award for having the best wine program in the nation. ELV thinks if his name was Shirley Yamamoto or Rampun Anamanawannamoana he would’ve garnered one by now.

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