It’s 8.30am Saturday morning. We’ve been in Vegas exactly 1.5 days and I’m already feeling 100% like the gargantuan blobs of fat people laboriously dragging themselves up and down the Strip. It’s no wonder though, the food in Vegas is insanely enormous and preeeetty unhealthy. But more about that later.
We were looking for a good steakhouse to wile away our Tuesday evening. A couple of people had recommended Wolfgang’s Steakhouse and when I double checked with my go to steak guy back in London, he also suggested Wolfgang’s so it was a no brainer.
Now, I know that my mum and my boss and whoever else reads my blog (hi guys!) so excuse me for having to say this but a Shake Shack burger? It’s like… an orgasm in my mouth. Not that that should’ve come as a surprise because Every. Single. Person. who’s had a Shake Shack burger had already warned me about that, but you know how sometimes you just don’t know it yourself until you know it yourself? Right.
I know it only seems like yesterday that I was clawing to get out of NYC. But now I’m totally excited to go back again for vacation… in exactly four weeks and two days *wooooh!* I’ve also just booked tickets for Spider Man Turn Off The Dark (infinitely exciting!) and am now on the look out for more places to gorge myself. Eleven Madison Park has already been suggested. What else, peeps, what else?
Hi everyone! Welcome back from the depths of the silly season, where I’m sure all your eating would have made me proud. Whatever gluttony was involved, I’m just gonna turn a blind eye (what am I talking about? I’m cheering for you food heroes!) and hope y’all had a priceless time with loved ones.
When the snow flakes are a-falling outside, there ain’t no reason not to have ramen, even if you’re made to wait one hour for said ramen. This is often the case at New York’s Ippudo, reputedly one of the best ramen restaurants in town, where I met up with Ken for dinner last weekend. We thought we were being clever by showing up at 6.30pm, which is for all intents and purposes, pretty early for dinner, right? Right.