Harry Reid claims John McCain is hotheaded. Names for the opposite of that aren’t as colorful. Is anyone called a “cool head”? But Gilles Ste-Croix could be submitted as the dictionary definition of one.
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I wish I could quit the Krave.
It doesn’t matter where you sit. He will find you.
Unless you’re an Emeril Lagasse die-hard — Would that be an Emhead or maybe a Gasbag? — you probably remember the chef most from his salad days on the Food Network, where he was occupied not with salad but with bamming and kicking things up a notch and spreading the gospel of his updated version of the best of New Orleans’ Cajun/Creole cuisine. And then maybe you tasted the fruits of his labors at one of his restaurants in New Orleans or at Emeril’s New Orleans Fish House at the MGM Grand right here in Our Fair City.
A network TV series carrying the same name as a Las Vegas show can be good publicity. Or it can be confusing. Or maybe both.
The good news: We may have solved the mystery of the whereabouts of hot dog buns like Woolworth’s used to serve, which are being sought by Sandra Ashenmil. Mike O’Brien noted that they were the New England-style split-top buns so many readers are searching for, “grilled on both sides and then the hot dog was served in it.”
Maybe I’m getting old. Maybe it was just something I ate. (If so, I’m placing the blame squarely on that deep-fried Hot Pocket.) But John McCain is starting to make sense.
Following Interstate 15 and U.S. 3 north from Las Vegas into Lincoln County, travelers take a trip back in time. The sparsely populated region still relies upon agriculture, ranching, a bit of mining, some railroading and federal and state agency employment. Increasingly, the county aims for tourist income, but just a few of the millions who annually visit Nevada ever get there. Their loss, for Lincoln County offers varied recreational opportunities, wonderful Great Basin scenery and historic towns like little Panaca.
The new Criss Angel show pins a lot of ticket-sale hopes on younger fans who spend more time in nightclubs than other shows on the Strip.
Paul Rodriguez figures, “The hardest thing to be right now is a white comedian from Iowa. You’ve got nothing. Everybody can talk about you, but you can’t talk about them.”
Talking with a chef about food trends recently, he confirmed what I’ve been seeing: exponential growth toward the casual-but-upscale in restaurants across the board, whether they’re celebrity-chef-driven, chain links or mom-and-pop ethnics.
Las Vegas has put everything onstage from the sinking of the Titanic to an aerial view of a samurai battle. So it probably could field an adaptation of the movie “Point Break,” complete with surfing and a skydiving battle.
No barbecue is complete without baked beans, and with our nearly year-round barbecue season in the valley, it’s fortunate there’s a ready source of Heinz Vegetarian Baked Beans for Sandra Gersh.
Hidden away in remote locations across the Silver State stand beehive-shaped monuments to Nevada’s mining past. These conical stone or brick structures were ovens that reduced firewood to charcoal used in smelters to remove precious metals from ore. At the height of their use in the late 1800s, the charcoal ovens contributed to the denuding of forests on mountain ranges in Central and Eastern Nevada.
