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Bobby Flay and I are about as close as any two guys can be who each thinks the other has no respect for what he does. In other words, he don’t send me no Christmas cards, and unlike with most famous chefs, my pulse quickens not a bit when he walks in a room.
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If you’ve never been to the Artisan Hotel, it is a hoot and a half. Designed…and we mean designed as a soft-porn, Gothic, baroque, roccoco hideaway, it single-handedly defines the term “overdecorated,” but somehow remains disarmingly charming regardless.
Throughout its checkered career, it has had a restaurant of dubious repute that has battled everything from musty-smelling putrefaction to health code violations to giving food poisoning to more than one friend of ELV.
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Before we leave Bachi Burger for good…and we mean for good, we thought we’d share some tasty, and not-so-tasty snaps of our second meal there.
As we said in the review, the chili chicken and kalbi burger were great. (We forgot to mention how good our fries were as well.) But once you get into the other “Asian” sandwiches, you might as well bring a bucket of water and a cardiologist.
‘Nuff said. We’re going to go back to eating good (we hope), overpriced Strip food for a while…and concentrate on being the high-brow, elitist, condescending, imperious, omnipresent and omniscient food critic for which we are known.