Don’t let the picture fool you….you’ll have to scroll to the 33:55 minute mark on the video to see ELV’s rotund, hirsute self opining on our three best, locally-owned, gourmet food markets in the excitable, exaggerated, examinational, exhaustive, exhibitionary, exclusivist, exhorted, expansive and exalted tones for which he is known!
Happy Holiday shopping from ELV and his staff!
ELV’s had a tough week. And by “tough” he means working on his tan, enduring the heat, and dealing with all those pesky bill collectors….reason enough to crack these open* on a humid, lazy Friday, wouldn’t you agree?
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* We’re kidding of course. Drinking red wine of this caliber in Vegas in August makes about as much sense as having a weenie roast on your roof at noon. Truth be told, we lose our craving for vin rouge in late May and don’t recover it until early October. Not everyone feels this way, as the above panoply of trophy wines demonstrates. They come from a collector who had them shipped to Comme Ça for a private dinner there a few weeks ago. Go figure.
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The fellow pictured above is named Robert Smith. Boring name that. So boring in fact, ELV thinks his name been working against him when it comes to his (not yet) winning a James Beard Award for having the best wine program in the nation. ELV thinks if his name was Shirley Yamamoto or Rampun Anamanawannamoana he would’ve garnered one by now.