“Raw Talent Live” was created in a vacuum. And those who remember their middle-school science know what happens when vacuums are breached. If you don’t, go smash a light bulb or your middle-school thermos.
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Louis’s Las Vegas has made a pimento-cheese believer out of me, and trust me, that’s a real feat.
Las Vegas is a more-of-everything kind of town. But two Fab Fours? Eight is enough.
Two weeks ago we had reader suggestions for good breakfast spots for Brad Dunaway; today more weigh in with the shredded-potato hash browns Dunaway is seeking.
You may not guess it from looking at me, but I’m not that interested in food. Especially not on TV, where the Food Network seems to be all about cuisine this and fusion that. (For the record, the only cuisine I’ve eaten had the word “lean” in front of it, and the closest I get to fusion is ordering fries with my quesadilla at Del Taco.)
Nevada celebrates 144 years of statehood on Oct. 31, turning Halloween into a three-day birthday party. Although Nevada Day events occur all over the state, no town commemorates the Silver State’s big day like Carson City. Nevada’s capital city schedules the largest parade and more auxiliary events than visitors can possibly cram into the busy weekend of Oct. 31-Nov. 2.
The interior of Market Grille Cafe is attractive and soothing. There’s a fountain in a corner, big swaths of fabric draped from the ceiling, faux-painted walls, tabletops inlaid with photos of Greece, soft lighting and gentle Greek music. Pretty nice for a counter-service place in a strip mall, eh?
The tastes of home hold a lot of allure for most of us, and that’s apparently the case for Candace Geronilla, who’s looking for two Midwestern favorites: breaded pork tenderloin and loose-meat “Maid-Rite”-style sandwiches. And once again, readers come to the rescue.
The return of cooler months to the desert invites exploration of the sprawling Mojave National Preserve just over the Nevada border in Southern California.
Forget the housing meltdown, the crisis on Wall Street and the fact that banks are failing faster than Hugh Hefner’s relationships. The surest sign America is in trouble? Even our TV shows are being outsourced.
