Pho Kim Long

Las Vegas offers so many good restaurants that it is hard to keep up with the new establishments and still have days to have a meal at old favorites. There are a few places that I return to often. Pho Kim Long began as a small restaurant with Vietnamese noodle dishes in a small space in a strip mall facing Spring Mountain Road on the west side of Valley View. Over the years it has grown and now occupies 3 or 4 times the space it originally did. I have been a fan the entire time. I get there every few weeks and made a stop again last night. I go there because the menu offers a fairly wide variety, the food is fresh and it is served FAST. The fried won ton is my weakness and I start every visit with an order. Maybe someday I'll get another appetizer. For now I am still committed to the generous portion of meat and vegetable, crispy brown dumplings. The dipping sauce is part of the compulsion and I keep it on the table when the waiter clears other dishes and brings entrees. I ordered the pan fried Sea Bass and shrimp with crispy noodles. Only problem was, I ordered using numbers and not the awkward pointing at the menu technique, so I ended up eating chicken with crispy noodles. That's a 57, not a 56 i guess. The bass was lightly breaded and tender. Three nice size pieces. After a quick taste to determine spicy heat I avoided the chili relish that came on the plate. I really wanted to enjoy the flavor of the fish and so I did, only dipping one or two bites in the sweet and sour sauce that came with the wonton and trying a bit of soy sauce on another bite. The bass tasted great. I needed to be a bit careful to avoid some bones, but having been raised by fishermen and a devotee of fresh fish, it was not a problem. The crispy noodles are a treat no matter what is with them, so I finished off the chicken, baby bok choy, carrots and fried noodles without giving my mistaken order a second thought. Now I have an excuse to return; crispy fried noodles with shrimp. Soon.

BjK.

Bacchus and the Jordan Cabernet

Bacchus works in mysterious ways. He can provide joyous bounty and improve our lot in life, but he may also delude the eye, disrupt common sense and can keep us from attaining that which we desire most. I wanted the status and pleasure that comes from buying and drinking a nice bottle of red wine. I decided to buy the most expensive bottle I have ever purchased outside a restaurant and so I headed to Lee's Discount Liquor on West Flamingo. I am still trying to fathom the mystery that made it quarrelsome to buy this bottle and difficult to drink it. I love my neighborhood and the businesses that populate it. I patronize my favorite restaurant frequently, but unfortunately they do not yet have a liquor license. I wanted to treat myself and friends to a nice bottle of cabernet so I needed to bring my own for dinner recently. I admit that I am not a wine snob and really not very sophisticated when it comes to wine, but I do know what I like and I do know that the Jordan winery in the Alexander Valley had several excellent years with it's cabernet. At Lee's I found a 2004 Jordan for under $50 so I splurged. At the register there was a line and when I finally got to to cashier he seemed to have a problem scanning the bottle. A longer line was forming behind me and eventually the clerk turned his LCD toward me (and the others in line) and asked if I knew which bottle I had chosen? I looked at the label and told him that it was the 2004. The clerked looked at me and then pointed to two possible choices on his screen. Mine was $49.95 and the other was considerably higher. He had no idea which was which so he put it on me, seeming to accuse me of somehow switching bottles!? Again he asked which I had picked. I have to admit that by then I was feeling a bit embarassed. Pick up your little microphone, I thought, and call someone to do a price check. "It's the 2004" I reminded him and said that I was sure that it was from the bin marked at $49.95. Again he eyed me and said "well, I guess I'll believe you." I shrank. Thanks for the vote of confidence buddy. A line of my neighbors, none of whom I'd ever met stood behind me and also sized me up. I handed over my credit card and wished that I had gotten the 129.95 bottle, just to save face. The clerk then told me "I'll need to see some I.D." Even though this is a routine request, his tone was again accusatory. I complied and then I asked to see his I.D. "What?'" he asked incredulously. "Why not, you're the one who doesn't seem to trust anyone," I said. The staredown did not last long and I won. A hollow victory nonetheless. The next few uncomfortable moments of the transaction passed quickly and quietly. I walked to the door with what should have been a triumphant purchase, instead feeling like a guy that should have just grabbed a box of Gallo and been done with it. No status, No pleasure, Seventy five dollar VISA charge... priceless. Well, it gets better. I got to the restaurant and after a 15 minute wait beyond the time of my reservation my friends and I were seated. I had spoken very highly of the food at this tiny place and my guests were excited to enjoy it. The waiter commented very positively on the bottle of Jordan and opened it to breathe. I am going to make a long story short. After we finished a bottle of Chardonnay we waited for someone to clear our glasses and get new ones for the red wine. Our dinner was on the table - cooling. After 3 obvious attempts by the waiter to ignore our situation I asked him to change glasses for us. He said "normally I don't do this, but for you... " Now I was embarrased again, but also confused. I will remind you again that I am not a wine snob, but I do know that it probably isn't the best idea to put a $50 bottle of red wine into glasses that contain chardonnay and backwash, right? "Bacchus!" I said to myself in the same tone Jerry Seinfeld used to say "Neumann," on his show when he'd realize the source of some grief. As usual the food was wonderful. We did not stay for coffee or dessert. My guests insisted on paying and as is their habit, they were generous to our waiter. I also thanked him and palmed him $20 hoping to buy back some of the status I assumed would come with the bottle of Jordan. The wine was fine. The Jordan Winery had provided excellent grape juice, but Bacchus would not let me enjoy it fully without exacting some mysterious emotional price that I had not or could not pay, either to the cashier at the liquor store or to the waiter at my favorite restaurant. There is no moral to this story. I only tell it to cleanse myself and share. There are other places to buy wine. There are waiters in other restaurants that will be happy to bring me a clean glass. Bacchus, we shall meet again.
BjK.

King Day (and the end of an era)

The beauty of this Monday is twofold. First we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his legacy of courage and inspiration. Second, we end the Bush era of government in the United States. I noted the first just after midnight as I sat with a friend at King Tut's on Charleston at Jones for the Sunday night Jam Session. I was reminded of the second by the "fabulous" Ms. Conception as she finished her number at the SINDAYS promotion at Krave. At King Tut's I got to sit in with the house band and a guest singer playing Honky Tonk Woman and Walking the Dog (with the intro, I might add). As I left, I wished my friend "Happy King Day." I glanced at my watch and realized that if I made the lights I could catch the show my friends Pete and Minta continually remind me of and invite me to see at Krave on Sunday nights. I got to Krave just in time to see the coolest, funniest and best interpretation of a song featuring the word "pussy" that I have ever seen. Ms. Conception is truly a spectacle and spectacular. After she finished the song (and with her merkin still in full view) she announced that "tonight we celebrate the end of Bush!" It goes without saying that Ms. Con made more than a few comments about shaving bush. The whole bush thing was outrageous and hilarious. And it made me think that as we celebrate King Day and the end of the Bush era and look forward to the promise of a new administration, maybe we can finally live in a nation were all the musicians and drag queens will be able to join hands with the politicians and religious fundamentalists and walk together as brothers and sisters in freedom and justice. When we let freedom ring, we let it ring from every part of every city, in every part of every state in this great nation and we recognize that the day has come when all of God's children, Black, White, Brown, Red and Yellow people, Jews and Gentiles, Christian, Muslim, Atheist, Hindu and Buddhist people, Gay and Straight people will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old negro spiritual: 'Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!'

(Thanks to Dr. King for inspiration and paraphrase in the last paragraph)
BjK.

Haiku

Sadly I am sick
Frustrated and home in bed
I practice Haiku

Chicken Soup for soul
Chicken Soup for cold and flu
Chicken Fried I crave

But seriously...

Overcast sunrise
Last of the night revealing
Sleep has not yet won

Gordon Biersch

Gordon Biersch is great for lunch. Full of lunchers from the offices on Howard Hughes Parkway, the best way to do a Vegas lunch here is to order a tasting flight of the microbrews and take your time. Even though the temperature was close to 70 I was sad to learn that the porch is not open. Sun and tables... so close, yet so far away. No matter though, the place clears out by 2 o'clock. There is free wireless internet and a lot to accomplish when time is not a factor and a restaurant brews it's own beer in batches that exceed 100 gallons at a time. My friends had already ordered wings and tall glasses of Marzen by the time I arrived. As soon as our server realized that we were not in a rush, things got friendlier. I took advantage of a tasting flight of the tap beers before corn chowder and a half (extra mayo on the side) turkey sandwich fortified me for the rest of the afternoon. My companions made short work of their burgers and we shared fries, red potatos and cole slaw. All excellent. From 1 p.m. till 4:20 we caught up on news and gossip. I used my companion's wireless and got some work done. I bought a new domain name from GoDaddy.com and we sent a few pictures back to friends in the frozen Midwest and taunted them with the Las Vegas weather forecast. We had a good time and a great lunch.

Now, all I need to know is, who has the key to the patio, and what's it gonna take to get it open before Spring?

BjK

La Reve

La Reve at the Wynn. Water, Dream sequence, more water, feats of strength and agility, high dives, higher dives and some REALLY high dives surrounded by humor, live birds, dancing, balancing and water everywhere. Average lyrics to good songs and very cool mood music to accompany the watery theatrics and acrobatics. In short... Amazing! Monday night's 9:30 performance was attended by a calvacade of Las Vegas' entertainment community. This was the scene to see and be seen at. BjK.

Old school

If you want old school Vegas atmosphere, service and steak, I would recommend the Steakhouse at Circus Circus Hotel and Casino. Start with a martini. In my opinion it was the best martini possible. Mixed and served by a gentleman who may have shaken a few for the real Rat Pack back in the day, it was bone dry and one teaspoon dirty. This kind of martini takes the bite out of vodka and can fool a guy into thinking that if one is this good, two will be better. I savored one. Meals include bread, house salad, choice of potato or rice and a vegetable. On to the salad... I upgraded to the wedge, a $5 upcharge and worth the cash. Whoever concocted the wedge of iceberg lettuce and decided to cover it with fresh diced tomatoes, candied walnuts, a bit of red onion and blue cheese vinagrette is welcome to adopt me or propose marriage (whichever would be gender appropriate). It was that good. A glass of cabernet gets a few minutes to catch it's breath before the steak is brought to the table. Ample time to finish my salad and admire the wood panels covering the walls. Dark wood and leather accent the smell and taste of fine food and good drinks. Garlic mashed potato, green beans almondine and a medium rare ribeye, too much to finish. All excellent. No better way to dine on a Sunday, or any night in Las Vegas. BjK

Borders Books

Borders Books at the corner of Sahara and Decatur Avenues in Las Vegas is selling some very cool hardcover books and letting them go cheap. Yesterday I picked up a copy of the great speeches of the 20th Century for under $9. Churchill, Reagan, Cuomo et al. Also got a coffeetable size Illustrated Encyclopedia of Music with a special biographic section of Composers for under $15. Bjk.

Giorgios, Mandalay Place

Las Vegas: If it's arancini you want, you need to check out the deal at Giorgio's in Mandalay Place. They have a happy hour there from 3 -6 pm and you can get a nice appetizer portion of the fried rice balls for $5. Wine, beer and drinks are also at happy hour prices, $5 and under. Delicious and nutritious. Ask for sides of alfredo, marinara, and pepperoncini mayonaise. Tell Melanie the bartender that Bjk. sent you. Then reassure her that the housing market will be bouncing back soon. Bjk.

Las Vegas fireworks were not presented to be seen by the community. Disappointing for anyone that was not on the strip or in one of the rooftop clubs or penthouse suites. I watched from Desert Breeze Park, which is normally an ideal viewing area, but didn't really see much. Apparently the Monte Carlo fire of 2008 was cause for changing the launches from the roof tops to the ground.
Happy New Year!!! Bjk.