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.

The rise and fall — and rise and fall — of shock theater impresario Sirc Michaels. (Insert f-bomb here) Jacked up on Mountain Dew and blitzing audiences into shock with a barrage of f-bombs, he came seemingly out of nowhere to set Las Vegas’ theater scene on its ear.

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.

One of the most prized assets of remote national monument Grand Canyon-Parashant is — shhhh — the quiet “Stop right here!” Eathan McIntyre tells us. So we halt our humble two-vehicle caravan, and now we’re stopped on an unpaved road a dozen or so miles inside the Arizona border.

Mark del Monte general manager of Public House Dopplebeck. Sour.

“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.

Shopping (without dropping) this Black Friday 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.

You know the United Way. They’re that organization that does, well, you know .

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.

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.