“I guess I was hungrier than I thought,” says Jon Ralston. He’s just devoured a personal pizza at a recent lunch — in the same way he can devour a flip-flopping politician on his TV gabfest: in a flurry of compulsive piranha bites.
That fated day is just around the corner: Black Friday. You’ve heard stories of deal-seekers trampled in stampedes and normally sweet elderly ladies turning into shopping ninja-gladiator hybrid terminators ready to take you out over a deal.
Send your special someone packing with this travel gear
Start shopping for the road-trippers on your gift list, and you’re practically guaranteed to come down with wanderlust yourself. Whether you end up wrapping them or keeping them for yourself, here are some let’s-hit-the-highway ideas for holiday giving.
A second look at the revived LVAM collection in the newly reopened Marjorie Barrick Museum reveals new intrigues and pleasures
While working as a docent at the Venetian’s ill-fated Guggenheim Hermitage Museum, I had the strange and wonderful privilege of hosting student tour groups. Void of self-conscious ramblings, these tours were eye-opening: kids are astute observers and, truth be told, say the darnedest things.
Amid the chain eateries of the southwest suburbs, DW Bistro stands out with eclectic, spice-infused cuisine — and a comfortably upscale vibe You can feel it best on the weekend, during busy brunch. Sunday is ridiculous.
Our favorite recent dishes that have us coming back for seconds Round Reuben at Murphy’s Law Irish Bar & Grill Murphy’s Law is a nondescript gaming bar on East Flamingo; however, hidden away in a kitchen the size of a small automobile is chef Michael Colby — the Charlie Daniels of the fryer. His is not a necessarily low-calorie menu but it’s definitely tasty.
Sitting at the breakfast counter at Eat is an inspiration. Watching the black-clad, mostly heavily-inked staff flit back and forth, you get the feeling you’re witnessing the beginning of a renaissance.
Someone at the podium made an interesting offhand comment during the round of thank-yous and speechlets at the recent media bash for the Neon Museum, the newly opened trophy case of historic Vegas signs. A gloss: Las Vegas may not be known as a global exporter of capital-c Culture, but — woot! — we sure know how to make some pretty signs.
In this 1954 promotional photo shot at the Sands, we see the gorgeous Copa Girls marking the holidays by stacking themselves in the shape of a Christmas tree. (It helps if you hold the page back a bit from your face and squint a little — there! Starting to look a little like Christmas, right?).
San Francisco artist Mary Anne Kluth loves two things: 1) theme parks and 2) her dad. Her exhibit “Visitor Center” melds the two loves in fanciful fashion, recreating her father’s memories with a vibrant sense of playful wonder.