In the Mirage there is a beautiful place to eat. It definitely ranks on one of the top 10 things you should do before you die... and it just might kill you.
The Carnegie Deli. There are only two locations. New York and Las Vegas. (Don't ask me why it isn't at the New York Casino)
The food is enough to feed two people with large appetites like mine for two days. I ordered a "Jeff's Tatalah" for Mandy and myself. Before they brought out our food they brought out a plate of pickles. There were two types of pickles. One had a light, natural flavor with a hint of onion. The other type was sharp and had a zip to it and tasted strongly of garlic. I like garlic, and therefore liked both pickles. Someone who is not a garlic fan could easily not care for one of the pickles.
Then they brought out our food. HUGE! Enormous mounds of food of all delicious varieties. My food was a layer of seasoned potato mash covered in a layer of peppered turkey and then covered with a thick layer of pastrami, which had swiss cheese melted on top. On the side was a creamy Russian dressing to drizzle over everything. I expected every bite to just taste like pastrami. I anticipated growing weary of pastrami flavor and then becoming fatigued of my meal. However I found that each stab of the fork resulted in a new variety of ingredients in assorted quantities that made each bite new and wonderfully flavored in a completely unique way from the previous bite. By the end I finally leaned back in my chair, my tongue felt betrayed by my stomach's lack of room. It was sooooo good! It was delicious and I loved it.
Back at the Elvis ranch we prepared for the next day. After some sleep we awoke and Kimball and Cheryl made a crepe buffet and then we were off to Ceaser's Palace to walk around the shopping area. Most of the shops were not really my type of shops. For the most part, they were upper end stores with names that I doubt I could pronounce properly, let alone finance a purchase from. Some of them advertised great deals such as 3 shirts for $299... and no they did not leave a period out there. Call me naive, but I don't see much difference from a hundred dollar shirt to a $30 shirt.
We passed a sports novelty store that had Pete Rose inside signing autographs. Across from that store was the Playboy store. The Playboy store had a Playboy bunny in the store signing autographs and posing for pictures with customers. I saw the store and the bunny, but I was embarrassed and I quickly looked away. Mandy saw the store and the bunny also. For reasons and motives I have yet to determine she began to say "Ooh look, the Playboy store Honey! Look! There is a Playboy bunny in there! Isn't she cute? Do you want to go and see?" I responded "Oh yeah! Uh, I mean... what? I don't... what are you talking about? I don't know! Whoa! Look!... Pete Rose!" I don't know if she was having fun watching me blush, if she was testing me, if she was teasing me or using reverse psychology on me. But let's just say I reacted in a totally non-heterosexual Male way. I walked away with a quick glance at a Playboy bunny and a really good look at Pete Rose and the ground in front of me. Mandy truly is mentally superior to me. This is proof.
Then we walked down to the strangest thing I have ever seen in my life. Join me tomorrow for the exciting conclusion to the Vegas trip.
7 comments:
I don't like pickles or pastrami, so I guess I'd better just stick with In and Out when we go to Vegas. I also don't like Pete Rose or Playboy bunnies. Maybe I should just stay home. There aren't any of those things, well, except for the pickles you buy at Smiths, here in Herriman, UT.
We lived in Vegas for a whole year and didn't see anything even remotely interesting. There was a pimp whose kid went to the school I taught at, and he was kind of interesting, but that's about it.
so wait, Pete Rose is a Playboy bunny that smells like pastrami? I need to get to Vegas! It sounds like the kind of town that makes me look completely normal.
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oh, that made my mouth water all over again! I do have a correction for you though. You ordered the Jeffs special. I had the Jeffs Tatalah.
I hope Julia never tests me. Before she could tell me it was a test I would already have the bunny posing with me. I would fail miserably. This would only expedite the inevitable. Julia, leaving me for a better man. probably one of the hunky guys dressed like Roman soldiers.
There's a Carnegie Deli in Vegas now? Now there might be a reason to go there again! A couple of years ago I was in the one in Manhattan. They must have some sort of hyperdimensional doo-hickey, because somehow they managed to serve me a single slice of cheesecake that had the volume of an entire pie.
Boy, I don't think I'll have to eat for two days after reading this post. Looking at it was enough for me. I'm glad you had fun and that you now realize that wives have the ability to pull Jedi Mind tricks on you without even having to try hard. I'm sure you passed the test.
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