Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
To An Athlete Dying Young – A. E. Housman
R.I.P.
Cochon 555: Number of the FEAST
There’s something happening this Sunday. Something that hasn’t happened here in 2 years. Something I’ve mentioned several times in the past because of the great impression it left me the last time it was here. I’m talking about COCHON 555, BABY.
As a little background, Cochon is a touring show, part education on the virtues of the most delicious of animals (besides the giant tortoise, apparently), and allowing chefs to REALLY show off. Continue reading “Cochon 555: Number of the FEAST”
BRUNCHWATCH: Brunchtober Begins: LA CAVE
Oh golly, this weather sure has been a thing, hasn’t it? It has.
In the same way that Mr. Curtas enjoys the luxury of a fine cotton seersucker suit (white on white, Tom Wolfe style), I enjoy the obverse side of this sartorial coin: TWEED. Oh and by my various speckles and herringbones, I can feel that tweed weather coming along quite nicely. And along with tweed weather comes the rarest of Las Vegas enjoyments, the foreign tradition known as “Eating Outside”. And that, my friends, means brunch.
We’ll enjoy Brunchtober and Brunchvember, and enjoy it prudently. Thinking of hitting EggzNstuff? Hope you can wake up earlier than someone who goes to an exclusively Senior Citizen church. Drawn in by a billboard promising all you can stomach industrialized mimosas? Please destroy yourself.
I’ve been there guys! I know it, and I know you. And even among the best brunches, sometimes we’ll crave something outside Mexican-fusion (the always amazing Border Grill) or a music video-esque lavish French Bistro (Bouchon, the earliest “fine dining”). I wanted quality, brunchy items, not with a twist on the traditional, more like a slight rotation. I was pointed towards the unlikely La Cave. Yes, they brunch! Dim Sum/butler/AYCE style: you pay, they meander with trays, you grunt in approval.
