I’m in Las Vegas for a week, for a bridge tournament. I managed to escape the 93 degree weather in Boston, to arrive in 103 degrees in the shade. Oy.
Bridge nationals are usually in sketchy places (i.e. Detroit or St. Louis) where the gastronomic selection is small. But Vegas is brimming with mega-restaurants of celebrity chefs, so I hope to get in a few great meals. This morning’s breakfast was at the Hilton (where we are staying) breakfast buffet. It’s not worth blogging about. Stay tuned for more.