THIS JUST IN: Due to a variety of preoccupations, Eating Las Vegas — the man, the gastronome, the seminal voice in the Las Vegas food world — has been dormant for the last week. He promises to rectify this situation later today (or early tomorrow) with his elucidations on the state of izakayas in our humble burg. (Try saying that after a dozen cups of sake.)
New Year’s Resolution: More Dinner Parties
ELV — the man, the myth, the galloping gastronomic gourmand — doesn’t usually bother with such trifles as New Year’s resolutions. It’s not that he’s above trying to improve himself, but more like he doesn’t enjoy setting himself up for failure.
But 2015 will be different. For once, we intend to do something to benefit our mind, our spirit, and the friends and family around us: we’re going to cook for them.
On a semi-regular basis.
Most of you don’t know this, but for over twenty years our dinner parties were legendary in three states: Kentucky, Connecticut and Nevada. Sometime around a dozen years ago — when both Vegas’s food scene and our food writing took off — we started dialing back our cooking to focus more on restaurants and writing about them. (When you’re eating over 400 restaurant meals/year (1998-2012), the only thing more daunting than cooking dinner for yourself is what to do with the refrigerator full of restaurant leftovers you’re always saddled with.)
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What I’ve Learned – 2014
(Once Michael Mina decided to open in Yugoslavia, the local populace was all in.)
ELV note: We ran this feature a couple of years ago, and periodically update it so we can share these pearls of wisdom with others who follow our swinish ways:
WHAT I’VE LEARNED – 2014
Restaurant cooking is assembly line cooking. Think of it this way and it is harder to romanticize it the way most amateurs do.
I believe in the four major food groups: French, Italian, Chinese and barbecue.
The older a man gets, the more he becomes like a woman. And vice versa.
French chefs are just better than American ones. American cooks don’t like to admit this, but in their hearts they know it’s true.