I’ve been with Trixie in Vegas all week. As we have walked through various casinos she has said to me 5 times in the past 4 days, “What’s that?”. To which I respond, “Huh?”. Then she says, “Nevermind. I thought you said something.”
I have her convinced she is hearing things. She has made an appointment to get checked out when she returns home. The truth is, I have reached the age and level of dimentia where I have started muttering my thoughts out loud, much like the house elf, Creature, from the Harry Potter series.
At some point, I suppose, I will mumble something about feeling bad about fooling her like this, then the jig will be up.
In the mean time, we are at a restaurant called, “Glutton”. I like it when they name my eateries after deadly sins.
We ate here yesterday. It is run by an affable fellow named Bradley Manchester. He was a corporate chef for one of the big hotels and said fuck it and opened his own joint far from the beaten path. It is in old down town near the container park. ..on Carson. I strongly recommend it. If you come to Vegas, it is worth tracking down.
Chef Bradley cooks, his own recipes mind you, right in front of the patrons. The kitchen is right out in the open (pic related)…
Like an upscale Waffle House
This place makes their own cheese (wtf?) and cooks some stuff in duck fat. That just sounds so wrong that it has to be right.
The waitstaff are part server, part cheerleader. Quite enthusiastic about every choice one makes.
I got the burger because, yesterday, when I got the Huevos Rancheros, I saw a burger. It had the best looking bun I had ever seen…
It was wonderful.
When dessert time came, I got something called a profiterole. I don’t know what that is yet, but it has popcorn ice cream. ..so…yeah.
As most of you know, my wife, Trixie, is a low-carb-lifestyler. She ordered everything else on the dessert menu.
Chocolate croissant bread pudding with crumbled Kit Kats, Apple Cobbler and…something else. Glutton.
Now if I could only get her to give into Lust I would feel like I’m getting somewhere.