Taste of the Town has fielded some pretty offbeat requests from readers over the years, and this one ranked right up there: Anne McConnell e-mailed in search of English muffins that are not fork-split — that she has to cut herself — and have a dense texture without so many nooks and crannies. And lo and behold, readers delivered:
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The first rule of “The Real Housewives of Las Vegas” is you do not talk about “The Real Housewives of Las Vegas.”
A chance discovery of ore rich in silver in 1900 by Central Nevada rancher Jim Butler sparked a mining boom to rival the fabulous days of the Comstock Lode decades earlier in Virginia City. When word of Butler’s find got out, a boom started that drew Nevada out of a deep depression. Soon, a camp called Butler grew near the site of Jim Butler’s original strike near Tonopah Spring.
No doubt the question I get most frequently about the Sterling Brunch at Bally’s is, “Is it worth it?” That’s because it’s long been the big ticket in town — at least as far as brunches go — in recent years steadily climbing to its current $85.
Producers are paying more to get into the skin game, giving customers better reasons to skip that shakedown at the strip club.
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
Regular readers of Taste of the Town know that we tend to run, give or take, about a six-month backlog for requests. The file’s getting particularly fat right now, so let’s clear some out:
With the possible exceptions of whoever gets to eat the leftovers on Bravo’s “Top Chef” and anyone who comes into contact with Eliza Dushku and her leather pants on Fox’s “Dollhouse,” the best job on TV has to belong to T.J. Lavin.
When the North Rim of Grand Canyon National Park reopens May 15 for the summer season, the first visitors may see spring wildflowers struggling up through remnant snowdrifts. Situated 1,000 feet higher than the South Rim, the North Rim’s heavy winters force the shutdown of visitor facilities annually from Oct. 15 until mid-May. Only a few intrepid snowshoe trekkers or cross country skiers with backcountry permits reach the North Rim in the dead of winter.
How long since you’ve been to Vegas, Alan Greenspan? Have I got some irrational exuberance for you!
He’s a "Lonely Man." He’s lonesome tonight. He’s down at the end of Lonely Street. He’s Trent Carlini and, well, you get the idea.
If you’re under the care of a cardiologist, I’m thinking Catfish Alley shouldn’t be your first choice, since virtually everything in the restaurant is fried. Well, foodwise, anyway.
The war is on. A new discount ticket outlet has opened a few storefronts away from the signature outlet of the company that dominates the market.
Thanks to a high-power Canadian radio station, a Michigan restaurant chain’s jingle blew all over the Midwest during the ’60s and ’70s with many memorable lines, but one in particular: “I just go to Elias Brothers for the halibut.” That came to mind when I received K.J. Howe’s request for halibut fish and chips — which, readers say, can be found in Las Vegas.
