#All day dim sum las vegas full

Summer truffles bring nothing to the party but the name.Ģ5) I know that the minute you see an AYCE sign go up at a restaurant, they are serving the cheapest, shittiest food money can buy.Ģ6) The whole restaurant-cum-nightclub thing (Tao, STK, et al) is so cheugy it hurts. What it lacks in size and variety it makes up for in (Chinese) pasta punch and tasty skewered fish balls:Ģ3) I know that restaurants need to give up their addiction to branzino and find another easy-to-pronounce pisces: Orange Roughy, Chilean sea bass, etc… to sell for the sake of upscale fish fanciers.Ģ4) I know I hate summer truffles and you should too. as well.Ģ1) You officially have my permission to stop caring about the restaurants in the Bellagio.Ģ2) I know Noodlehead is the restaurant you go to when China Mama is packed to the rafters. Wanna go get a pizza?ġ8) I wish Japaneiro were closer to my house.ġ9) I wish Jamon Jamon had more customers.Ģ0) I know the boom in Spanish food (in Vegas) has reached peak tapas. This little veal roast (from Featherblade Craft Butchery, natch) with a tarragon-mustard sauce was whipped up in about an hour:ġ7) I am so over pizza it isn’t even funny. Famous restaurant cookbooks are even worse.

In gleaning through old cookbooks, I also remembered how terrible most chef cookbooks are (exception(s): Wolfgang Puck and Jamie Oliver – whose books are remarkably straightforward, tasty and easy to follow). Kabuto is so crowded, no one goes there anymore.ġ6) I know I am rediscovering my passion for home cooking, and still retain some skillz taught to me by the master teachers of the late 20th Century: Julia Child, James Beard, Craig Claiborne, Pierre Franey, Marcella Hazan (in person) Jacques Pepin (ditto), and others. The first will remind you of a Shibuya hole-in-the wall, the latter two may have the best selection of fish in town. F**k sushi bros with a splintered chopstick.ġ3) Money (the pursuit thereof) and marketing ruins everything in food.ġ4) There is absolutely no reason to go to the Strip for Japanese anymore.ġ5) If you want great sushi the way it was meant to be (sliced by dedicated chefs without pretension) head to Sushi Hiroyoshion west Charleston, or Sushi Hiro on south Eastern, or the granddaddy of our Vegas scene, Yui Edomae Sushi. Now they’re invading our better sushi bars and harshing my mellow. What was once special (A-5 wagyu, o-toro, uni.) has become so over-hyped and commonplace that it will soon be overrun by the sushi-bro crowd - dudes who didn’t know their unagi from their anagofour years ago - douchenozzles who ten years ago were throwing down five-hundy on vodka in hopes of getting laid.

(Exception: the Sahara – a meh of a hotel housing one of America’s greatest steakhouses: Bazaar Meat.)ġ2) This whole kaiseki thing must be stopped before it gets out of hand. With accountants now running things on the Strip, the nickel and dime-ing will soon creep into your bill faster than a $78 bottle of water:ġ1) The better the hotel, the better the restaurants. With better marketing, it could be to the 2020s what the Bellagio was to the early aughts.ġ0) Prepare yourselves for bread and butter charges (à la 1965).

#All day dim sum las vegas full

BONUS NEGATIVITY ALERT! It’s also full of white girls and FOMO Instagrammers…but I repeat myself.ĩ) I know that the best murder’s row of restaurants these days is at Resorts World. Aria parking bullshit, lines, reservations, and selfie walls…screw that noise. It’s a chain and isn’t worth the indignity of trying to dine there.

There, I said it.Ģ) I know the only seafood worth eating on the regular is at Japanese restaurants.ģ) I know that chicken parm in any guise sucks donkey dicks and anyone who says otherwise is a prole-pandering know-nothing who touts it simply for clicks from hicks who get their licks and their kicks from endless breadsticks.Ĥ) I know that anyone who stands in line to eat food standing up is a fool.Ħ) When it comes to French bistros, Bouchonhas it all over Mon Ami Gabi (which hasn’t changed its menu since Bill Clinton was President).ħ) The days of the $15 cocktail are deader than Siegfried & Roy.Ĩ) I don’t care how good you think Din Tai Fung is.

(Wagyu coming soon to an Outback near you)ġ) I know that Main Street Provisions ought to be my favorite restaurant but isn’t, and this makes me sad.