Apologies to those tuning in for Cookie Monster’s review of the movie Steel, part of our ongoing Supermovie of the Week Club discussions. Unfortunately, he called in sick this week. It may have been the movie, but given the fact that I snapped him partying in the streets of San Diego during the Comic Con –
I suspect the culprit was more likely the beer and tequila shooters.
We’re in Vegas! After a fabulous flight on Southwest Airlines (Honestly. It was on time, smooth, and the cabin crew were courteous and professional. The best part was the pre-boarding policy that required passengers to line up according to their assigned boarding number. Genius.) we checked into our hotel.
It’s my first time staying at The Cosmopolitan and, I have to say, I’m not loving it so far. After some minor frustrations with the in-room safe, Akemi and I headed over to Joe’s Stone Crab for – what else? – stone crab. And three kinds of pie: banana cream, key lime, and dulce de leche. All winners.
On our way back to the hotel, we happened to pass by a sandwich place called “The Earl of Sandwich” which, of course, led me to tell Akemi about the Earl’s creation of the handy culinary treat – how he and his friends used to be served meat during their marathon card-playing sessions and he, tired of greasy fingers, suggested the meat be served between two slices of bread and, voila, the sandwich was born.
“He must be so rich,”Akemi marvelled.
“Well, no,”I said. “He lived three hundred years ago.”
“So his family is rich.”
“No, they’re not rich either.”
“Oh,”she said. “Is it a rights thing?”
I had to admit that, in away, it kind of was.
For dinner, we went to Scarpetta. The Toronto location was only blocks away from the condo I was living in last year and it was one of my go-to restaurants whenever someone visited from out of town (ie. Alaina Huffman, Mike Dopud, Michael Shank, Erika Kennair). There are two items on the menu that never fail to impress: the spaghetti with tomato and basil, and the coconut panna cotta. And, after tonight’s meal, their streak continues.
Some notable Vegas sights:
I’ve noticed that, so far, Vegas has few drunken zombies than San Diego, but a lot more drunken women in bikinis staggering about.