For those of you who don’t know us personally, Kathryn and I don’t really dress up when we go out to dinner — or anywhere else, for that matter. We assume that’s at least part of the reason why, in the United States, when we show up at a restaurant, we’re typically given a table … Continue reading Dining in South America: Would you mind sitting by the window?
Shortly before the arrival of our main course at Gordon Ramsay Steak in Las Vegas, my wife Kathryn leaned over to me and said, “This has been a very weird experience.” She was right. The service had been weird. Quite weird. However, the food was more than worth the weird.
When Kathryn and I make our regular road trips to Las Vegas, we typically leave Phoenix after work Friday, in the middle of the afternoon. If all goes well, we arrive in Las Vegas in the early evening. Usually we arrive without any specific plans, and we just sort of wing it. There’s no shortage of things to do there, but we often feel like we could have used our arrival evening more wisely. So last week, before leaving Phoenix, I decided to make a dinner reservation for 8:30.