When Guy Fieri’s American Kitchen & Bar opened in Times Square a couple of years ago, The New York Times ran a review that became famous for its snark.
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As soon as our server at Jerusalem Grill brought us a bowl of warm garbanzo beans sprinkled with cumin and one of pickled vegetables, I began to get a good feeling about the place.
I’m frequently asked how I choose restaurants to be reviewed, the answer being that there are a number of methods. With Jammin’ Jerk Hut, I followed my nose.
I have the utmost respect for Chef Carla Pellegrino and the work she’s done locally, formerly at Rao’s at Caesars Palace and currently at Bratalian in Henderson. I thought the Meatball Spot at Town Square was a brilliant concept and have heard tons of good things about it.
Kelly’s Prime Steak & Seafood is nothing if not an old-school steakhouse.
I was looking forward to digging into some shredded pork skin and egg loaf at Lilly’s Thai & Vietnamese, but alas, it was not meant to be.
A complaint I hear often is that Henderson — and Summerlin, so I guess it’s a ’burb thing — has a surfeit of chain restaurants and not enough of the mom-and-pops. It’s a valid argument on the whole, and comes into focus whenever another good spot closes.
Over the years I’ve been doing this, I can’t tell you how many calls and emails I’ve received from people looking for “real” Chinese food.
Why in the world would you want to go to a restaurant in Pahrump when we have a surfeit of good ones in Las Vegas?
India Masala Bar & Grill advertises that its lunch buffet ($10.99) is the largest in Las Vegas. I haven’t yet experienced it but I have no doubt that if nothing else it’s a big hit, considering the restaurant’s location just west of Flamingo Road and Maryland Parkway in the university district and not far from the tourism corridor. But here’s the thing: I couldn’t help feeling that vestiges of the lunch buffet bled over into the dinner hour.
I should have known that something as ostensibly simple as garlic knots wouldn’t be so simple if it came out of Giovanni Mauro’s kitchen.
Somewhere, I am confident, it’s written that every Las Vegas casino of any size has to have a steakhouse, an Italian restaurant and a Mexican restaurant. Slots? Certainly. Table games? Probably. Keno? Maybe not. Those three restaurants, though? They’re a lock, because they represent the most popular restaurant genres in the country.
The chicken brought to our table was a culinary work of art, so uniformly golden as to reflect the proverbial Midas touch.
Sansone Park Place, a strip center on South Eastern Avenue, is quite the mecca for foodies these days.
Among the things you really don’t want to hear after putting your name on a restaurant waiting list and killing time for 45 minutes: “I can’t find it. Go ahead and seat them.”
This is, without a doubt, the very best part of my job: telling you about a jewel box of a restaurant that you probably haven't heard about. And let me start by saying I'd return to Thai Thai Restaurant for the fresh rolls alone, because they were simply amazing.
If I hadn't known that Megan Romano was an experienced pastry chef with a stack of plaudits, I think I would have suspected it just by looking at the food at her Chocolate & Spice bakery-cafe.
Through the decidedly freezing economic climate of the past few years, plenty of restaurants - including a number that were well operated, served excellent food and certainly deserved to survive - fell by the wayside for one reason or another, most of those reasons related to the fact that there just weren't enough feet coming through the door.
Sometimes, you just have to give it up and go with the flow.
It sounded like a good idea at the time.
Somewhere, Fannie Flagg is weeping.
There's a whole school of lore, no doubt based on fact, that French haute cuisine originally developed as an effort to disguise the off-flavors of meat that was, shall we say, of a certain age. Pour on a pool of Bernaise and you might not notice...
I'm trying not to let my opinion of Boulder City intrude into my opinion of The Dillinger, but it's hard to completely separate the two. Boulder City is a charming place out of another era, or at least another part of the country. I remember when a...