Beer and Moaning in Las Vegas: Part II
September 15, 2013
September 15, 2013
Part Deux, bitches.
When I travel, I like to eat well. I don’t have time to waste calories on superfluous foodstuffs. I will wander in agonized hunger until I find a restaurant with delicious food.
Luckily, I planned the trip well and knew exactly where we were dining for brunch on Saturday morning.
Downtown Las Vegas, I found a little joint aptly named Eat. We pulled up and my husband stared. Eat. was nestled below low income apartments and across from a dirt lot. He questioned if I was sure I wanted to eat there. Granted, it did look sketch, but all sources pointed to yes. I’d brave a shanking any day for a full stomach.
Enter stage right…Eat. is freaking adorable.
We stepped inside and the restaurant was gorgeous and quaint as all hell. Cozy atmosphere, awesome menu, home cooked food, delicious coffee from the Colorado River Roasters – I could go on and on. But I won’t. Instead look at the photos, salivate and make plans to go-to-there.
You like Italians, murder and mug shots? Well, then friends, the Mob Museum is for you.
But seriously. This has got to be one of the best museums I’ve ever gone to. And I’m a sucker for a good museum. You get a fabulous in-depth history of the mob, as well as a lengthy section dedicated to the mob’s involvement in Las Vegas. You can get touchy-feely with exhibits but hands off the security guards. They don’t take kindly to donkey punches.
So kids, when in Vegas and you don’t want to blow your wad at the slot machines come waste two hours at the Mob Museum.
I left secure in my knowledge that I would make a great mob wife.
You haven’t lived until you renew your vows with Elvis officiating.
For our ten year anniversary, I wanted something fun. Something odd. Something with sequins.
We decided to get re-hitched at the Graceland Wedding Chapel. It’s a pretty sweet deal because you get a limo AND flowers AND Elvis Presley singing “Love Me Tender”.
What more could you want in life?
After our shotgun wedding, we headed to Gordon Ramsay Steak at the Paris Las Vegas to have a celebratory meal full of steak and wine.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much. I love Gordon Ramsay; however he is a celeb, so I was expecting his restaurant to mostly be based on hype instead of great food.
Well good sirs, I was wrong. The food was amazing.
After wheeling out the jaw-dropping steak cart…
We selected an assortment of oysters for an appetizer, the Hell’s Kitchen dreaded Beef Wellington, and for dessert we had the Sticky Toffee Pudding.
Dear god. See that stick of “butter”? Fools, that is not butter. That is ice cream. Delicious, delicious buttery ice cream.
And with that, the Sticky Toffee Pudding ended Day #2.
Day #3 consisted of poolside lounging so I’ll spare you that blog post of Coors Light and trucker hat photos.
Las Vegas was a fabulous blast. Go-to-there and do not gamble.
See the sights.
Eat good food.
Get married and take mescaline.
In essence, just make HST proud.