I’ll admit that Goldenberg Peanut Chews were not something that had ever been on my radar before Irene Williams submitted a query for them, but plenty of her fellow readers know all about them.
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Do you follow the name or do you follow the star?
Despite often balmy days in Las Vegas at this time of year, snow-capped Charleston Peak, rising west of the city, reminds us that winter isn’t finished yet. Every storm front moving clouds across our valley carries the promise of fresh snow in the mountains. Whether the clouds deliver or not, the promise is enough to lure crowds to forested mountain slopes for snow play.
Getting a series on the air is hard enough. Trying to make one that defines an era? That’s like trying to catch lightning in a bottle. (Which, coincidentally, is how my cousin Stevie died.)
The billboards promise Terry Fator and "His Cast of Thousands." That’s cheeky Vegas hyperbole, but there is no doubt that without his puppets — maybe not thousands, but easily a dozen — Fator never would have drawn the "America’s Got Talent" attention that led to fame and fortune on the Strip.
Hugo’s Cellar has long been one of the best things downtown Las Vegas had to offer — an old-Vegas-style "gourmet room" in the best sense of the word, a reminder that although we’ve moved on to newer things, it’s nice to hang on to the best of the past.
Scott Weston was as surprised as anyone when “An Evening at La Cage” abruptly closed on Monday night.
Bill Sanchez and Dale and Sandra Smutzler asked for reader suggestions for restaurants that serve good meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and we’ve got ’em in spades.
Michael Holly has been doing his Internet research on Branson, Mo. “I hear that’s nice,” he says.
This may come as a shock to many of you, but what I know about women could fit in a Twitter post. A text message, if I’m feeling verbose.
After 41 seasons, the show still goes on at the Amargosa Opera House in tiny Death Valley Junction, Calif. Multitalented Marta Becket entertains audiences each Saturday evening through May 9. Now an octogenarian with a bad back, the former dancer presents a sit-down performance featuring stories and characters from her creative past. She still gives her audiences their money’s worth.
In Texas, Memphis — any of the old-time barbecue capitals — the legendary ‘cue venues have these great big stone or brick or other-fireproof-material pits, where they burn hickory or mesquite or other woods of choice. The pits usually are coated by decades-long accumulations of smoke and grease and we-don’t-really-want-to-know-what-else, and they and the hardy soul who gets up at 3 in the morning to stoke the fire and smoke the meat produce the stuff of which legends are made.
Danny Gans tunes his act with the fine touch we used to give a radio dial. And he knows what stations he is looking for.
This sounded pretty easy. Go see "Folies Bergere" to give readers a two-month head’s up on whether they should bother to catch the venerable showgirl revue one last time before it closes March 28.
The timing couldn’t have been better last summer when Gordie Brown was offered a chance to play sports arenas as Celine Dion’s opening act.
