Here’s the thing I liked most about Honey Salt: One of us had the lamb Porterhouse ($32), the other a pizza Margherita ($12). And not only did the variety and flexibility of the menu make us happy, so did the way in which the dishes were executed.
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The second half of the year can only get better for Franky Perez, a Las Vegas favorite who had to put his career on hold after he woke up in a mental ward just before Christmas.
Connie Hollenbeck emailed a little while back in search of Lechonera brand sour orange juice. Beth More emailed to say she doesn’t know of a source, but could suggest using two parts orange juice to one part each of lemon and lime juice. More added that she uses this mixture to make roast pork for Cuban sandwiches. I’ve seen other recipes that suggest equal parts of orange and lime juices or two parts orange to one part lemon or lime; I suggest you experiment to find a ratio you like. …
Well, here we go again. “The 80s Show” is the second crack at an underdog musical you were wise to ignore when it was called “Legwarmers.” But like the nerd girl’s transformation at the prom, it has blossomed into something at least worth rooting for.
Southern Utah’s dramatic geological features and vividly colored sandstone formations invite visitors to explore and take a closer look.
After interviewing David Copperfield for a feature you can read next week, talk drifted to Las Vegas showrooms — the physical venues themselves.
At this point, it’s like being reunited with old friends. Old friends around whom you should never, under any circumstances, consume Jagermeister. Or marshmallows. Or pretty much any substance that could mask a powerful sedative.
My first impression of Gaetano’s Ristorante after having not been in for several years? That it smelled like a Strip resort.
Here’s one way to ease suspicions that legal troubles may have created in the past: Give away your show tickets, no strings attached.
This was a recipe request I couldn’t resist:
Las Vegas used to be monotheistic, embracing the Church of Elvis. But Michael Jackson is the new deity in town.
In Nevada’s arid southern tip, few places exist where one can hear the murmur of a running stream.
On May 16, 1983, Michael Jackson secured his own legend by dancing to “Billie Jean” on NBC’s “Motown 25” special. It aired two weeks after “Legends in Concert” opened in Las Vegas.
“The Wing Experts,” Wing Stop calls themselves (itself?), and they’ve even trademarked it.
It’s obvious any night on the Strip, and especially the week before “The Hangover Part III” opens, that “Vegas has become kind of the test audience for the new generation of Cavemen.”