SOLARA Lunch

Robin Leach took us to lunch the other day. It was beside The Palazzo pool at a Wolfgang Puck venue called Solara, and throughout the meal, so many bikinis walked past our table that we could barely concentrate on Chef Eduardo Perez’s picture perfect and light as a feather cuisine.

Since it’s on the third floor, and not open to the public per se, the only way to dine there is to show the security guy on the first floor your room key — or tell him you’re heading up to Solara for lunch.

Saying you just want to ogle the girls ain’t enough. But the food is so good (if a bit too healthy for a couple of trenchermen), you’ll be tempted not to look up from your plate.

But then you will. Repeatedly.

Because you’re a sucker for these things (good food and gorgeous girls).

Just like Leach and ELV.

An Italian Lesson At LUPO

The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you’re hungry again. – George Miller

The above cliche is based upon the bad, cheap, fat-laden Italian food that continues to enthrall the American middle class (see Olive Garden, Maggiano’s, Macaroni Grill et al). It’s too bad though, because true Italian food, like Japanese, is about ingredients (or good groceries, as Alan Richman says) more than technique. For pirouettes on the plate, one usually looks to China or France, but for pristine ingredients that shine with only a minor flourish or two, you can’t beat a purist Italian meal prepared by a great chef.

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