It might seem darn crazy to have just finished a fourth trip to Las Vegas in calendar year '11, but this is my happy place. Happy, especially for the food. In this just completed trip, my first visit there with the kids, we actually ate the bulk of our meals off-strip--our few strip meals, I'll post on them in the Vegas, Special Occasions thread. On this trip, we re-visited our favorite (previous) meal of 2011, visited the noodle shop we had been keen on trying, and visited some oddball "finds" that could easily make it to Vegas GNR status.
We arrived early on Christmas and hightailed it to Ceasars' Palace for Payard's lavish buffet of French breakfast pastries. Stuffed for a bit, this left us with our next activity of the day, figuring our Christmas dinner. The competition narrowed to Rao's Italian fish dinner and Michael Richard's Christmas fete at his newly opened Central Las Vegas. Needless to say, somewhere between all those croissants and the decision*, we found ourselves peckish. Ramen noodles seemed the antidote.
As I've mentioned upthread, the noodle house, Monta, has been on my shortlist of places to try. And try we did, although I have to confess that I have none of the ramen insights that imbue some of the posts on this item around here (and there). I have no nuance. Nor did we, even, or especially, know what to do with the condiments, the containers of garlic and pickled ginger, the vial of chile powder. We were slapdash for sure. So, you'll have to take it from someone who does not know what they are talking about to say that it was very, very good**. And I mean all good from the little plates of kimchee on the side ($1!) to the soft, rich pork, to the, my god, hard boiled eggs. Again, I'm hardly an expert on Japanese food, but I'll the you, there are (at least), two things Japanese restaurants do better than anyone: hard boiled eggs and tofu (see below).
The main plan for the following day was the un-Chicago like, Red Rock Canyon. We knew we'd encounter interesting chow. It turned out to be, I'll say, more interesting than I expected.
If you have driven Las Vegas, particuliarly the area just off the strip, you know that the city's grid rotates about 30 degrees on its axis. Thus, Paradise Road, a half-mile east of the strip, eventually meets up with the strip, and it meets up right at that point where neon ends and the pawn shops begin. We were on our way to Charleston Road, the outlet to Red Rock and getting hungry. Something Asian was what we probably had it mind, but espying the White Cross Drug Store reminded me of some notes I had of a old fashioned counter within a drug store. A check of the phone, and sure enough, this was it. This is breakfast at Tiffany's (the name of the place).
Listen, this is not a place that will get much play on the Local Beet. Nothing farm-fresh here. Still, in the way that a grease stroked grill and years of practice can sometimes do, it all worked so well. There was pretty decent ham off the bone, quite fatty; and potatoes cooked to order on the flat-top. Besides, the filling, not so expensive breakfast, the drugstore itself is a time-warpy attraction too. This was place one I'm a bit surprised we had not seen a SteveZ post yet (who, perhaps, can come and take better pics).
This was can't believe SteveZ has not been here yet place two. This sign caught our eye on the road to Red Rock. And, really, as tempting as it looked, it was more a combination of factors (not important to this telling) that brought us here on the way back.
I keep on wanting to say, it tastes like Chicken Unlimited, but I have no idea what Chicken Unlimited actually tastes like. I remember going there. I just don't remember what it tasted like. But it had to be what Farm Basket tastes like, right. It's just that Farm Basket tastes old. Not old as in sitting around, but old as in some ancient recipe. According to our cheerful counter-gal, Farm Basket may have been a chain at one time, with California locations--it just seems like the kind of place that would be in the LA area. There was juicy fried chicken, heavy with a 15 herb and spice type of seasoning (abet crisper than the Colonel) and fried chicken taquitos that tasted equally anachronistic.
Having not seen enough of the other side of Vegas, we ventured out the next day to the Hoover Dam. One of the fun parts of the trip is passing through the un-Vegas, Boulder City. This place, built to house dam workers and not house temptation for Dam workers is more like a faded town along Rt 66. We found several places seeming worth a late lunch, after the dam.
We got kinda lucky here. Of the several interesting looking places we saw on the way in, the one that called out to most on the way back was the
"world famous" Coffee Cup because of its big, vintage, neon side. Still, now safely home and seeing the Guy Fieri soaked website, I'm glad it was closed when we attempted lunch. Instead, we visited Star Burger. This WAS my favorite meal of the trip. I could spend a whole post on the virtues of Star Burger from the Wiv-crisp toasted bun, to the secret Star sauce, the house made cole slaw, and the odd choices of kobe or kilbasa burgers (although we got neither). This was exactly what you want in a roadside burger stand, and the fresh-cut curly fries only gilded the lily.
We took the kids to one place from our summer visit.*** I forgot to get my response in to Steve Plotnicki's best meals of 2011. When I did, I told him it was Ichiza, the Japanese diner I talked about up-thread. This was our last meal of the trip, and the combination of many hours awake, lots of running around, and resignation of a trip soon over made this meal not quite as best of as the June visit. Still, this is one of the leading restaurants in Las Vegas.
And no dish is finer at Ichiza than the tofu salad. For one thing, who thinks tofu salad also comes with a huge portion of tuna sashimi. For another, as noted, man can they make tofu. The biggest chore at Ichiza is picking from the hundreds of daily, weekly, new, old, what they hey, sheets, wall scribbles, table notes, and such, menus. We also got that octopus mcnugget thing that's so crazed in Japan, with mayo and brown sauce, some pork belly in broth, another example of well-cooked hard boiled egg, the yellowtail carpaccio, and tempura over rice for the unadventurous kid. When we found ourselves not full, we added a bowl of clams with butter and garlic, which was exactly as it sounds. We could not finish, however, where we wanted. Adding to the bittersweet nature of this meal, one of our main, wanna tries, the hollowed out, "honey toast" was 86'd for the night by the time we sat down. Going soon to a red eye, we skipped the dessert we loved last time, the coffee jello.
Another good account of Ichiza can be found
here.
See why this is such a happy place?
*To be posted
**In between starting and finishing this post I gave a try to Slurping Turtle. While I'm no way a ramen maven, I can surely now put Monta well above this place.
***My wife and I also took the kids to the Wynn buffet this trip, but that place was not part of our summer trip.
Monta
5030 Spring Mountain Road Suite 6
http://www.montaramen.com/Tiffany's (in White Cross Drugs)
1700 Las Vegas Blvd S
Farm Basket
6148 W. Charleston
http://www.farmbasketchicken.com/Star Burger
825 Nevada Highway
Boulder City,
Ichiza
4355 Spring Mountain Rd
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