Hot Sake Babe Watch

Sake or no sake, Tiffany Dawn Soto is so sekushii, that every time we take a sip in her presence, all we can think of is: 彼女はイケテル (prounounced: kanojowa iketeru*) — and let’s face it who doesn’t!

So what if we still can’t tell a Junmai Daiginjo from a Django Reinhardt? It’s been a pleasure to have her take us by the taste buds and give us lessons in this most inscrutable of beverages over the past year.

And just as we were learning that a Ginjo ain’t no Honjozo…we hear she’s no longer at Sushi Samba to teach us these things.

All we can say to SS’s management is: Futsuu-shu** ….And to Tiffany, we’ll follow you anywhere.

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* Translation: She’s one sakelicious senorita.

** Translation: Go soak your collective, cachaca-soaked heads in a bucket of mediocrity.***

*** Translation: She was about the only reason to go to Sushi Samba.

Helen’s Birthday

ELV’s friend Helen celebrated a birthday not long ago, and asked him where she should go for a celebratory meal. Her requirements were: great food (but nothing unpronounceable), not too dressy, good service, comfortable but not stuffy surroundings, kick-ass cocktails…and chocolate.

She didn’t want sumpin’ too hi-falutin’, but did want every bite to be memorable; so our staff suggested NOBHILL (not really a) TAVERN, and even though Chef Sven Meade wasn’t in the house, his team made sure every bite was.

For the chocolate, we repaired to L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon next door for a feast of Kamel Guechida’s creations.

And it was good. Actually, everything* was great.

And our friend Helen turned 26 in style.

The End

NOBHILL (not really a) TAVERN

In the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino

3799 Las Vegas Blvd. South

Las Vegas, NV 89109

702.891.7337

www.michaelmina.net

http://www.mgmgrand.com/dining/nobhill-tavern-restaurant.aspx

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* The sustainable paddlefish caviar was so good we hardly miss oscetra anymore; Michael Mina’s signature lobster pot pie, while expensive ($54), is rich, seafood comfort food at its best; the steak-off between American Black Angus and A-5 Kobe from Japan was a meat education in itself; and no one in town does a better free-range chicken than the deep-fried beauty they put forth here.