Four years ago today, I said yes! You said yes, or maybe “I do.” We’ve built a life on top of yes. To celebrate, we’re running off to Vegas to get on our couple freak. To which I say, “Hell, yes.”
My taste buds, body, and mind are ready to love up on you in Vegas. Mid-October, 3 show-filled, food-coma-inducing, craps-roulette-black-jack-risking nights. Best part of these trips sometimes is the excitement that comes with all the planning. So, where should we eat?
Our last rendezvous (photos here) in the city of whores and man-sluts, we stayed at The Bellagio (this time too), where we enjoyed the wine and food pairings menu at Le Cirque (sat beside a couple who got married that night!); demolished half a menu at Michael Mina, then went hog-wild (you and your pork belly) at Thomas Keller’s Bouchon at The Venetian, where I had the best peach of my life. I include this so we know where we’ve been and can see where we’re going. This time there will be NO BACCARAT! But, oh how we’ll keep up our good luck tradition of caviar and champagne at Petrossian (pretty sure you had a white peach billini). We lunched at Wolfgang Puck’s Bar & Grill, at Joe’s Seafood where you loved your burger, hit up SeaBlue, and have already done Fiamma and Craft (everything). We also had overpriced and lame sushi somewhere within the Bellagio, not this time.
I’ve done L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon in Paris, Aureole a few times in New York (we actually stopped into the jumping LV version for drinks last time and watched them climb for our wine). I’ve done more Alain Ducasse than anyone should admit. Does that sound completely obnoxious of me? Absolutely. Adour at the St. Regis in New York, Le Relais Plaza in Paris, Alain Ducasse au Plaza Athénée in Paris, Le Jules Verne in Paris. And on an unrelated note, I’ve done Rao’s in East Harlem a handful of times, plus a world of Mario Batali from Lupa to Otto, Babbo, and everything in between. Doesn’t mean I’m not up for trying Carne Vivo.
Where I’ve never been, in any city: Fleur de Lys, Guy Savoy, JOËL ROBUCHON AT THE MANSION, Twist by Pierre Gagnaire, Alex (helmed by Alessandro Stratta) Bartolotta Ristorante di Mare, Picasso, RM Seafood. Is Alain Ducasse’s Mix worth a try?
Where does one “lunch” if she’s expecting an obscene dinner, or if she’s nixed all the overkill meals? And where does one drink if she wants a liquid meal?
Also, I’m well aware it’s not all about the food and shows. I have zero desire to do the rooftop roller coaster scene, nor the bangin’ pool table service world. The plan is to indulge, to spa (yes, as a verb), to work out, to gamble up a storm, to read a book, and to be nowhere near the sun (I am terrified of skin cancer).
All suggestions welcome!
