Having spent the last few weeks getting blasted with semi-encouraging Facebook food photos from half of my friends list, I was encouraged enough to take an evening out to Tivoli Village’s newest “place that probably uses a chalkboard for a permanent feature somewhere”, aka Big-money-backed trendy restaurant. I was mildly entertained by the idea of a butcher shop/bar downstairs, and I was even going to go to the media event pre-opening. I missed out on the free E&R branded Victorinox chefs knife with the tote bag, but plans changed when I had to go watch doctors pull a medical oddity the size of a lemon out of my brother’s brain (he’s fine now, and I already had that exact knife anyways). Well, I made it out and my first impression was…
The name is made up, contrived by management and conceived by contest — a competition, we were told, among employees to come up with a unique-sounding name. The name is catchy alright, but it also tells you nothing about the establishment. Thus, is the concept, like its cognomen , more than a bit confusing.
There is no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either. – Robert Graves
People keep asking me the same question.
They say “John?”
I say, “What?”
They say, “John, I’m going out tonight in Summerlin; should I go to Poppy Den or Honey Salt?”
To which I say: “Both are worthy of your hard earned dinero. But it’s a Morton’s fork, if you will, as both impress and depress the hell out of me.”
Perhaps I should explain.