I am just back from Las Vegas. As regular readers know, when I go to Las Vegas, what happens there doesn’t stay there. I share my experiences, some anyway. My girlfriend and I stayed at Caesars Palace in the Augustus Tower. I like that tower because we get a view of the fountain at Bellagio. The photo below is what I saw out our windows.
These sprays dance to music.
We had some amazing meals there. Below is the soft shell crab roll at Nobu, Caesars’ superb sushi restaurant. Say that five times fast.
I hope you are asking yourself how could those three seriously diverse elements possibly be related. If you are, good. That is precisely the reason I am writing this post. Maybe you can answer that question.
I have just returned from four nights at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. I have written about going to Las Vegas and gambling there previously. Last May I wrote – Off to Las Vegas – The agony and ecstasy of video poker. In several past posts I also talked about the various wonderful meals we have had there.
This is the Nobu specialty – black cod – from our meal last week.
Over the last couple of years on at least five occasions, something weird and wonderful has happened to me that I can not explain except that it is a series of the most incredible coincidences I have ever experienced. I am writing this up in the hopes that a reader will be able to point out what I am missing in understanding it.
This was our dessert when we went on our anniversary.
My girlfriend and I went to Las Vegas last week. Had a really good time, playing and dining on some of the best food around. It’s always fun to leave the mundane activities of our daily lives to fly away to the adult version of Never Never Land. The only downside was the 110+F temps. I have been in Las Vegas in July previously, but I never remember being as pressured by the temperature as I was this year. Maybe my age is showing. On the positive side, all the casinos and restaurants have excellent air conditioning. We spent most of our time inside.
I have previously discussed my play in Las Vegas. You can check out The agony and ecstasy of video poker if you want to read about that. This time I am focusing on the culinary pleasures available on my recent trip.
Before getting into the food, however, I wanted to share this picture of a new Wonder Woman slot machine in the Las Vegas airport. I am a giant fan of Wondy as regular readers know. What fascinated me about this new Wonder Woman machine is that it features Lynda Carter of TV fame in the 1970’s and not Gal Gadot who starred in last year’s Wonder Woman blockbuster movie.
In the airport.
Now for the food. The Paris casino is right across the Strip from Caesars Palace where we stayed. I like to go to Paris for their authentic Parisian crepes – at least to my taste.
This was a fresh berry crepe which proved to be berry delicious. (Sorry. Couldn’t resist.)
After enjoying that crepe from the casino across the Strip, I stumbled across the following sign in the food court at Caesars.
Voila! A new crepe vender at Caesars!
As you can see there is a striking similarity between our home-grown crepe and the one from Paris.
The crepes from both casinos were equally delicious. So much so that we decided to have one for lunch too.
The lunch crepe featured ham and gruyere cheese. Delicious!
General Douglas MacArthur, Paul Newman, Angela Davis, Wayne Gretzky, Eddie Van Halen, Jules Feiffer and Ellen DeGeneres were all born on January 26.
Oh, yes, and one not so famous. It’s also my birthday. I am now 78 years old. I am happy to say that I feel great and am healthier than I was 20 years ago when I toiled in the working world.
This is my birthday picture from last year. It’s the only one I have that’s decorated.
This is from my birthday blog post last year:
One of the main reasons I feel like I have things so together is this blog. I started writing it in March of 2010 with a partner who has since left for other pursuits. From the beginning, I discovered a focus. At first it was simply trying to keep my weight down. I learned portion control and serving size. This Italian guy was surprised to learn that a “serving” of pasta was not a 10 inch plate heaped with spaghetti noodles smothered in tomato sauce. No, a serving of pasta is about the size of a baseball. Incredibly, that was a revelation to me. But I put the information to use. I began to reduce my portions accordingly. I am not going to recount all the lessons I learned in the past nearly eight years, but if you want to get control of your weight, check out my Page – How to Lose Weight – and Keep it Off. Continue reading