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.

Hot Hostess Happy New Year!

Because:

1) Krista is so kute and;

2) Because she seated ELV for a kickass meal at NobHill Tavern the other night, and;

3) Because Sven Meade is one of the great, under-the-radar chefs in town, and;

4) Because she is so professional and perky and polite (not to mention hot) that we’d eat at NobHill even it served nothing but surstromming and lutefisk pizza,* and;

5) Because she actually reads ELV, and wants to wish everyone of our loyal readers a Happy New Year!

————Krista is Eating Las Vegas’s HOT HOSTESS OF THE YEAR for 2008!———–

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* Come to think of it, two folks named Sven and Krista probably would serve nothing but surstromming and lutefisk pizza.