Tucked away around the corner from the Sahara is local institution Pamplemousse. While there wasn't room for describing the massive crudité basket or the alleged "Mob booth," hopefully this chronicle captures some of the preserved-in-amber ambience of P'mousse.
Steve Wynn, house hunter. What could the casino mogul want with a mansion in Bel Air? Well, if it belongs to celeb-stiff Joe Francis, seizing the house could bring Wynn Resorts one large step closer to settling Francis' $2.9 million gambling debts.
Just for the record, casino treasurer Sue Lowden has officially elbowed her way into the crowded field of potential GOP challengers to Sen. Harry Reid (D-NV). S&G is looking for a replay of 1996's bruising clash between then-state Sen. Lowden and the Culinary Union.
In the wake of the Great Trop Show Massacre comes word from multiple sources that impressionist Rich Natole won't be venue-less for long. Could be he doesn't even have to leave the intersection of Tropicana Ave. and the Strip.
Mommie Queerest. At the risk of praising with faint damns, if you like this sort of thing then this is the sort of thing you'll like. Does the general public have even a dim recollection of Joan Crawford anymore?
