Itsy Bitsy may be the strangest name for a restaurant in Vegas.
An entire seared lobe of foie gras at Michael Mina, weighs around a pound and a half.
It is the richest, silkiest, creamiest, most buttery, unctuous, satin-like sensation you can put on the human tongue.
In terms of contempt, Eater Vegas occupies a rung on our ladder of disrespect somewhere between climate change deniers and people who torture their pets in the name of entertainment.
You could even say the web site — driven exclusively by click bait, celebrity sightings and lame-ass, phoned-in infomercials for chefs and eateries — is beneath ridicule, since it never rises above the cut-and-paste-press-release form of food “journalism,” and overuses listicles (and attention-grabbing headlines like “awesome, “epic,” and “must read now”) so much that all adjectives are rendered meaningless.