Pizza is so much more than cheese and sauce slathered on bread (though that’s perfectly fine!). These pros bring distinct craft, flavors and traditions to the pie.
Intellectually, I know that strip clubs are vortices of frenetic sad-flavored desperation, but the fact that El Dorado Cantina shares a wall with Sapphire Las Vegas never fails to tickle me with a frisson of ooh maybe something sexy will happen.
Don’t be put off by the oonsta thunderbeats shaking the sidewalk outside Turmeric; inside, the music is muted, turning the restaurant into a fun Fremont East people-watching fishbowl with a soundtrack.
Usually, Scotch makes me think of the following in a sort of randomized blurry associative mental whirlwind: country clubs, ascots, self-satisfied chortling, jodhpurs, stubborn institutional white privilege.
China Poblano in the Cosmopolitan is all about freewheeling culinary hookups, Mexican and Chinese cuisine getting together and being down for whatever.
