I was in the mood to be spoiled while in Las Vegas, so dinner at L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon was an absolute must. We’ve dined here twice prior (here and here) and the hospitality is always exceptional.
Hardly famished due to our sizable Shake Shack lunch, The Astronomer and I both selected the “create your own menu” option for $98, which included an amuse bouche, three menu items, and dessert.
Dinner began with three varieties of bread—mini baguettes, crusty rolls, and flaky croissant-like rolls—and plenty of salted butter.
Next to arrive was the amuse bouche: a foie gras parfait with port wine and Parmesan foam. Even though we’ve been served this same starter twice, it never seems to get old, foam included.
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The Astronomer and I shared our first ShackBurger® in the spring of 2007. If memory serves me right, he was a newly-minted college grad, while I was attempting to cross off as many items on my East Coast to-eat list as possible before moving to Vietnam. We had taken the Chinatown bus from Philly to New York City for a Memorial Day weekend getaway, crashing at my brother’s Lower East Side apartment. Ah, those were the days…
Fast forward to the spring of 2016. The Astronomer and I are back at Shake Shack for the first time in nearly a decade. This time we’re at its first West Coast location at The Park, Las Vegas’s first community green space.
Even before checking into our room at Aria, The Astronomer and I high-tailed it to Shake Shack for a very late lunch. Four hours of driving can really work up an appetite.
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While in the neighborhood for an appointment, The Astronomer and I tucked into Desano Pizza Bakery for a bite to eat, avoiding rush hour traffic and getting in some quality face time. As a bonus, we ate some damn good pizza too.
I have heard nothing but positive things about DeSano ever since it opened early last year. Here, pizzas are made the old school Italian way, following the strict guidelines of the Associazione Verace Pizza Napoletana (VPN). Ingredients, ovens, and quite possibly even some of the pizza makers are imported from Italy.
After placing our orders at the front counter, we grabbed a table in the spacious dining room. The Astronomer watched MLS and La Liga on the flat screens, while I watched the pizzaiolos making our pies in the open kitchen.
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I’ve been desiring a meal at Las Molenderas ever since my friend Bill wrote about it on Los Angeles Magazine‘s food blog.
I’ve got a thing for mole. I love how no two moles are the same. I love how every mole is incredibly complex, challenging even the most well-trained palates to identify its components. Most of all, I love the comfort and satisfaction of a beautifully made mole. It’s really something special.
I finally made my way to Las Molenderas a few weeks back along with some mole-appreciating colleagues. We started with house-made agua frescas—horchata and cucumber. Both were too sweet for our tastes, unfortunately.
The guacamole, on the other hand, was totally up our alley. It was spicy with an exclamation point and served with hot-from-the-fryer tortilla chips—a killer combination. Continue reading ‘Las Molenderas Restaurant – Los Angeles (Boyle Heights)’