Located enough off the beaten tourist path to discourage many park users, Great Basin National Park in Eastern Nevada remains a largely undiscovered wonderland. It appeals to visitors who prefer to enjoy their outdoor pursuits in relative solitude. The park offers many superlatives, including Nevada’s only glacier, the state’s second-highest mountain peak, some of the oldest trees on the planet and caves filled with rare natural decorations.
Poker champ Phil Hellmuth calls Tim Molyneux “a creative genius,” and predicts he may be “the next Andrew Lloyd Webber.”
Satellite radio host Jim Breuer has renewed his commitment to performing live.
Locals remember Tom Stevens and he remembers them — along with anyone else feeling a little old-Vegas neglect on the Strip.
When I asked for a wedge of lemon for my water at Greko Romano Gourmet Pizza and Greek Cuisine and our server said they didn’t have any, it didn’t bode well. A Greek restaurant with no lemon?
You don’t have to go far at the Flamingo Las Vegas to remind Josh Huslig that a cappella isn’t quite the coolest musical genre.
Otis Spunkmeyer cookie dough often is sold during fundraisers, which leaves its fans in a quandary during the rest of the year. So we have good news for reader Grace Weld and others who are looking for it.
When it comes to the use of guns, I’m somewhere between Don Knotts and Duke Nukem.
The year is half over and every night blood still flows onto the stage at the Four Queens.
A dethroned Central Nevada mining queen, Tonopah preserves her past and regains prestige as a prime location for stargazing. Often considered just a fuel or snack stop along U.S. 95 between Las Vegas and Reno, the old town deserves a closer look. Located 200 miles from Las Vegas at the junction of U.S. 95 and U.S. 6, Tonopah offers overnighters a variety of motels and restaurants.
Is tap water OK?” our waiter asked. “Or would you prefer bottled?”
Reader Michelle Farber likes her chocolate Twizzlers but hasn’t been able to find them. To the rescue comes fellow reader Debbie Jackson — a self-described “Twizzlers freak” — and a slew of other Taste of the Town readers.
