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Why I love Las Vegas…

November 17th, 2009
Why I love Las Vegas…
I originally thought about calling this post, “Why I love Big Food!”
I just came back from an amazing birthday weekend in Las Vegas. No matter how you define “food capital”, it fits. If you define it as cheap food, no one can beat Vegas for an all-you-can-eat, $5 buffet. If you’re a die-hard foodie, every celebrity chef has opened a mega-restaurant somewhere along the Strip.
Upon our arrival, my friends and I went in quest of dinner. You know how certain songs get stuck in your head? Well the deli equivalent happens when someone mentions pastrami. Or as a die-hard Seinfeld fan might say, “The most sensual of all the salted cured meats.”
I seem to remember that there’s a Carnegie Deli at the Mirage with amazing pastrami. Although I can’t be sure, since I had imbibed several glasses of MacAllans 25-year-old Scotch on Facebook’s tab that night, so my memories are a bit suspect.
If anything, my inebriated memory hadn’t done them justice. Three of us ordered sandwiches with pastrami. None of us could have been picked up our “sandwiches” without a forklift.  Tim’s consisted of a potato knish, piled high with two pounds of pastrami, and then completely smothered in Swiss cheese.
For breakfast Saturday, we went to a restaurant called Hash House a Go-Go. Not a place for someone with a small appetite. My Chicken Benedict was an 18-inch plate, covered with sage fried chicken, fresh spinach, hardwood smoked bacon, tomatoes, a blanket of grilled mozzarella cheese, scrambled eggs, all smothered in chipotle hollandaise sauce.  Tim’s meal was appropriately named, “The Tractor Driver”, and Brian’s chicken and waffles could have fed the entire Smurf village. Nothing in this restaurant was small.
So what is it that possesses us to purchase meals so gigantor in size, that they can easily feed an entire class of fourth graders? What is it about places like Hash House a Go-Go and All-You-Can-Eat buffets that make us believe that we can consume a six-pound burrito all by ourselves?
In some ways I think its like Las Vegas itself. We all sit at the Blackjack table or slot machine, with fond dreams of winning a fortune, knowing that the math isn’t on our side. Something about huge portions makes us believe that if one tasty bite makes us happy, 200 bites will make us even happier.
With gambling, winning twenty dollars makes us so happy that we forget about the hundred dollars we lost.  We may only get through nine-ounces of that monster pile of pastrami, but boy did it taste good while we were eating it!
Las Vegas is about embracing the excessive for a short period of time. Julia Child, the Patron Saint of food always said, “Everything in moderation”. Every once in a while, isn’t it great to enjoy gluttony in moderation? 🙂

I originally thought about calling this post, “Why I love Big Food!”

I just came back from an amazing birthday weekend in Las Vegas. No matter how you define “food capital”, it fits. If you define it as cheap food, no one can beat Vegas for an all-you-can-eat, $5 buffet. If you’re a die-hard foodie, every celebrity chef has opened a mega-restaurant somewhere along the Strip.

Upon our arrival, my friends and I went in quest of dinner. You know how certain songs get stuck in your head? Well the deli equivalent happens when someone mentions pastrami. Or as a die-hard Seinfeld fan might say, “The most sensual of all the salted cured meats.”

I seem to remember that there’s a Carnegie Deli at the Mirage with amazing pastrami. Although I can’t be sure, since I had imbibed several glasses of MacAllans 25-year-old Scotch on Facebook’s tab that night, so my memories are a bit suspect.

If anything, my inebriated memory hadn’t done them justice. Three of us ordered sandwiches with pastrami. No one could have picked up our “sandwiches” without a forklift.  Tim’s consisted of a potato knish, piled high with two pounds of pastrami, and then completely smothered in Swiss cheese.

For breakfast Saturday, we went to a restaurant called Hash House a Go-Go. Not a place for someone with a small appetite. My Chicken Benedict was an 18-inch plate, covered with sage fried chicken, fresh spinach, hardwood smoked bacon, tomatoes, a blanket of grilled mozzarella cheese, scrambled eggs, all smothered in chipotle hollandaise sauce.  Tim’s meal was appropriately named, “The Tractor Driver”, and Brian’s chicken and waffles could have fed the entire Smurf village. Nothing in this restaurant was small.

So what is it that possesses us to purchase meals so gigantor in size, that they can easily feed an entire class of fourth graders? What is it about places like Hash House a Go-Go and All-You-Can-Eat buffets that make us believe that we can consume a six-pound burrito all by ourselves?

In some ways I think its like Las Vegas itself. We all sit at the Blackjack table or slot machine, with fond dreams of winning a fortune, knowing that the math isn’t on our side. Something about huge portions makes us believe that if one tasty bite makes us happy, 200 bites will make us even happier.

With gambling, winning twenty dollars makes us so happy that we forget about the hundred dollars we lost.  We may only get through nine-ounces of that monster pile of pastrami, but boy did it taste good while we were eating it!

Las Vegas is about embracing the excessive for a short period of time. Julia Child, the Patron Saint of food always said, “Everything in moderation”. Every once in a while, isn’t it great to enjoy gluttony in moderation? 🙂

5 Responses to “Why I love Las Vegas…”

  1. BC Says:

    One of the redeeming features of many of these excessive meals, besides their tastiness quotient, is that they can be enjoyed again at a later time! This is assuming, of course, that you have a refrigerator handy…

  2. Peter Reeves Says:

    Quite true. If I lived in Vegas and had a refridgerator, I’d be able to make that pastrami sandich cover at least three meals. 🙂

  3. foodieMatty Says:

    So I always wondered why, in even the upscale hotels, why the refrigerators are so darned small. Last time we got back with two “half” sandwiches (Venetian) and had to take out all of the cans of soda, candy bars, and the like, just to fit the food. And of course the styro containers had to go… too big.
    Perhaps it is all in the grand design of Vegas. Eat all you can, toss out the rest. Rinse, repeat.
    With apologies to Doctor Emilio Lizardo
    “Eat-a-while-a-you can, monkey boy!”
    http://bit.ly/3NLGye

  4. steph Says:

    I prefer:
    Moderation in all things… including moderation. 😉

  5. gem331 Says:

    Sounds like you had a blast in Vegas! I’m extremely jealous!

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