On the matter of legendary Asian night market festivals: well... you’re going to one. It involves a roster of big-name chefs presenting you with a parade of things like crab dumplings and crispy rice lollipops. Also important: cocktails. Just know that there’ll be some.
What, this? This is nothing. It’s just a new Umami Burger at SLS with a giant picnic-table-trimmed outdoor beer garden, 50 TVs and a sportsbook with a high-def video wall. Right. And burgers if you need them.
Us: “Here’s a new coffee shop at Delano. It’s got a marble fireplace and
everything.”
You: “Yeah. Nice. Sure.”
Us: “We know. But it also has raspberry-jam-filled jelly-donut coffee, s’mores mochas
and tiramisu lattes.”
You: “You sure know how to delight me.”
There’s a new tavern just off the Strip. Key word: beer. In the form of the pale ale queso slathered all over your smoked-ham-hock nachos. As a steamy hefeweizen bath for your clams. Inside an icy pint glass while you play Duck Hunt and bocce. Taverns do this.
