The only thing I love more than great food is a movie about great food.
This Friday night you are welcome to share my passion for the finest in food fantasia at the first, fabulous foray into his fount of feedbag film fare fodder.
Or something like that.
Finally….it’s all FREE….in the cozy little Black Box theatre, with the purchase of a cocktail at the exquisite Scullery bar.
See you tonight, fellow food film fans.
Monta is still Number 1 among the righteous ramen revelers in town, and with its no-nonsense 10-item menu and only 26 seats, it proves less is more when it comes to regularly revealing the royalty of this remarkable repast.
40. B&B RISTORANTE
Mario Batali simplified Babbo’s menu when he and partner Joe Bastianich brought B&B to the Venetian six years ago. They slightly modified the format to best comport with the middlebrow tastes of the average Vegas conventioneer, rather than challenge the pasta hounds as they do every night their flagship in Greenwich Village. The good news is the bold flavors that put that flagship on the map made it out here without losing much in the process, and this kitchen still manages to crank out Vegas’s most interesting pastas half a decade later.
39. SEN OF JAPAN
Hiromi Nakano‘s Sen of Japan has been humming along for years now, so sometimes we take it for granted. Shame on us for forgetting just how spectacular his food can be.
Yoshi Honda’s I-Naba is more than just a jewel box of Japanese cooking; it is a state of mind: a peaceful retreat, practically hidden, difficult to find, that can soothe jangled nerves and calm finicky waters.
There is nothing fancy about it. A dozen or so tables, some simple art on the walls, and a wine cooler about the size of a household fridge give scant indication of the subtle perfection coming out of this tiny kitchen.
April, may I….include the always dapper Ivo Angelov with you in a Hot Hostess Watch post?
“Why of course, Mr. Curtas,” she responded, adding: “and by the way, that’s only about the 10,000th time I’ve heard that lame joke.”
(Cue ELV skulking away in humiliated silence.)