We at Eating Las Vegas don’t care what Donald Trump says about Mexicans,* but without them, the food world would be a much less tasty place.
Without Drea, the Border Grill in Caesars Forum Shops would be much less spicy as well.
FERRARO’S Italian Renaissance
(ELV loves this pic cuz he thinks it’s artsy)
ELV — the man, the myth, the inveterate Italianate — has eaten in Ferraro’s more times than he can count. His first meals there — at the west Flamingo location — were probably when chef Mimmo Ferraro was in short pants. He has eaten at Ferraro’s in its pre-great wine list phase, in its “the-only-good-Italian-restaurant-in-town” phase, through its pink neon phase and through its “let’s-get-closer-to-the-Strip” phase. ELV has seen Ferraro’s through so many phases you would think it was one of his unruly children.
Kerry and Max
(Slapsie Maxie enjoying a remarkable Italian repast at Ferraro’s two weeks ago.)
I’ve had the opportunity to visit with both Kerry Simon and Max Jacobson recently, so I thought a short post was in order for those of you who are always asking about them and wondering how they’re doing.