Eating Las Vegas understand that you, dear readers, can’t scour the trades and the tabloids for genuinely meaningful articles affecting how, where and what you eat.
We also understand that you’re probably too distracted by the truly important issues of the day, to pay attention to what actually feeds your body and soul.
If the James Beard Awards (handed out in May) are the Oscars of America’s food world, then the Michelin Guide’s annual fete is, at the very least, the equivalent of the last night at the Cannes Film Festival. Throw in a little Nicolas Feuillatte Palme d’Or ’97, and you have the makings of quite a bash. Such was the case around the private pool area at the Wynn last night, where there were more French accents in the air than you’ll ever find anywhere but here.