The influx of Hawaiian immigrants that’s given the valley ninth-island status is perhaps most apparent in the restaurant industry.
Preserving the face of old Las Vegas is laudable when possible, but sometimes a little plastic surgery is best. So it is with the Redwood Steakhouse at the venerable California Hotel downtown.
Losing a chef after just two months might spell disaster for lesser mortals, but Momofuku master David Chang has made a success of failing.
Grand restaurants are perfect for grand occasions, but where would we be without the delis in our lives, to supply a quick lunch or dinner or satisfy a craving years in the making?
‘Have you been in before?” asked the waiter. “Yes, but it’s been a while.” “It hasn’t changed.”
As I wrote a few weeks ago, Midwestern-style pork tenderloin sandwiches have been one of the most enduring topics in Taste of the Town over the years.
Urban Turban is launching a series of cooking classes, beginning Friday, to increase familiarity with Indian food.
Just when it seemed Las Vegas was at celebrity-chef critical mass, the original Iron Chef arrived to fill a void that was large even if it wasn’t obvious.
Dinner at Giordano’s confirms what Abraham Lincoln said: You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. Social-media mavens have posted Instagram photos all over the place since Giordano’s opened late last year: someone lifting a slice of the Chicago-style deep-dish stuffed-crust pizza as copious strings of cheese dangle deliciously.
As cliche as a beret and baguette, the charming French boite, short on space and tucked into some out-of-the-way spot, serves food that is transcendent while staying true to tradition. The case in point here is Oh La La French Bistro, which last fall joined the valley’s meager quotient of Gallic gastronomy.