Unique among local recreation sites, the Old Spanish Trail Park focuses upon the early history of the Las Vegas Valley when it was a major stop along the historic overland route connecting settlements in Spanish New Mexico and California. The 2,700-mile Old Spanish Trail received deserved recognition with its 2002 listing as a National Historic Trail.
Some things should never change. Albert Pujols’ swing. The creamy filling of a Double Stuf Oreo. The unexplainable glee of seeing people land on their heads on “Wipeout.”
Julio Iglesias used to get busy — incredibly busy — in Las Vegas. Now he brings the kids.
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
There’s no disputing that Simon Restaurant & Lounge at Palms Place is gorgeous. There’s no disputing that its target market skews young and hip; the energetic soundtrack, pool right beyond the windows (and I mean right beyond) and Palms-compound location are about as obvious as it gets. And we know executive chef Kerry Simon likes to play with his food; witness the cotton candy and Rice Krispie treats on his menu.
The famous cry of “Cuchi-cuchi!” hasn’t echoed down the Strip since 2003. But look out boys, Charo is headed to the Riviera, taking over the former “An Evening at La Cage” showroom on July 10.
If there’s anything I’ve learned in nearly 10 years of writing the Taste of the Town column, it’s that readers love their hot dogs — their specific brands of hot dogs. And with grilling season in full swing, it’s only right that a local source for Caspers hot dogs has been found for Jennifer Esposito and others. Bob Swantek, Susan Raffa, Van Bohrer and Connie Hannon all said they’re back in Costco stores, with Swantek speculating that they may be a seasonal item. …
If a masked magician exposed secrets on a UHF station in the woods and no one cared, did they make a sound?
Hidden away in secluded spots, several small campgrounds established by the Bureau of Land Management add to the appeal of Northwestern Arizona for year-round outdoor enjoyment. Located within a three-hour drive from Las Vegas, these sites expand adventure opportunities for Southern Nevadans.
They go with summer like baseball and Cracker Jack. Six-packs and barbecues. The binoculars you got when you were 13 and the divorcee next door’s liberal definition of swimwear.
Housing prices continue their big, splashy and painful cannonball, and job security is an oxymoron, but a hermit wouldn’t have known any of that if he’d come out of his hovel to observe Don Antonio’s on a recent weeknight.
There ought to be a law: Las Vegas always should have at least one show like this one, which is the way most of them used to be.
David Alan Grier might be everywhere, but you can’t accuse him of overexposure in Las Vegas.
