In March, I had the opportunity to dine at Prime Steakhouse in the Bellagio hotel in Las Vegas. The upshot: The food was delicious and the service was excellent, but what really makes this restaurant worth the price you pay is if you have time to wait for a table outside. That is one of the prettiest spots in which I have ever dined.
Have you ever had the experience of having an amazing meal at a restaurant and having no particular need to go back? That was my experience at Matsukaze Restaurant in the Narita Hilton in Japan. The food was amazing. I had the shabu shabu beef and enjoyed every bite of it. I also left unimpressed by the whole experience, and on balance am not sure I would go back. Continue reading “Matsutake Restaurant in the Hilton Narita”
I am an extraordinarily lucky man. I have lived in the United States, Mexico, and Nigeria, and in addition to those places have eaten meals in Indonesia, Japan, Canada, multiple spots in the Caribbean, Nicaragua, England, Holland, and probably some places I am forgetting. I am a proud consumer of food from street vendors, I grew up with home cooking in Texas, and I can comport myself reasonably well in very nice restaurants. I say all of this to express the judgment I use in making this claim- my favorite restaurant in the world is Le Cirque in the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. I have stayed there in a Penthouse suite and in other accommodations, although that is generally because it is convenient to this restaurant. My favorite place to eat remains my grandmother’s kitchen, but if I am going to pay for a meal then this is the place to do it. Continue reading “Le Cirque in the Bellagio Las Vegas”
I have eaten at The Pig in Washington, D.C. three times now. The most recent of these was on October 31- Monday of this week. That meal was with a work colleague, the one before that was by myself at the bar, and the one before that was a social occasion with a friend. All three meals have been fantastic. There is really only one problem: You pretty much have to be willing to eat pork to dine there. Happily, this wasn’t Lent and thus no obstacle for me. Continue reading “Fantastic Pork and Bourbon at The Pig”