First of all, huge thanks to all who have sent their condolences regarding Mr. Bit. We’re all in quite a funk at home. Rascal‘s reaction was the most heartbreaking. When we brought the empty cat carrier back, he ran up, looked inside it, then rubbed up against it, clearly wondering where his old sparring partner was.
Secondly, a happy St. Patrick’s Day to all, especially those of you who trace their roots to the Emerald Isle. I’d wish you “the luck of the Irish” but history shows that “lucky” and “Ireland” are two terms rarely found in the same sentence, alas.
Thanks to reader kerr_mudgeon for passing along the review and photos of Todd English P.U.B. Since the signature entrées were not on display last night, I’m ill-situated to report on the pub grub. (Why do media nights for restaurants always feature the same food as every other restaurant — platters of shrimp, little roast beef sandwiches? It’s an enduring mystery.)
With that caveat in mind, I’d give the food on offer a B+, particularly the pulled-pork sandwiches and the hard-boiled eggs with foie gras. The beer selection gets an A or perhaps an A-, due to the fact that some of the more exotic stouts were in very short supply. If you crave a chocolate stout, you’d best not wait until the sun is over the yardarm to start your drinking. The size of the pours, though, rates an A+.
For ambiance, Todd English P.U.B. gets an F or a D- at best. It has the dimensions of a small airplane hangar with none of the aeronautical charm. The ceiling is metal, the walls are bathroom tile and the floor is bare cement. Bottom line: This place is LOUD, so much so that celebrity introductions, speeches, etc., were half-lost in the din. However, if you don’t want to talk to your date, this is the perfect place to take him/her/it because “conversation” consists of yelling the same phrase three and four times over. (Good luck getting your order heard correctly.) That being said, it’s the closest CityCenter has come so far to having “the common touch.” Pending further review, I’d say stick with LVA favorite Crown & Anchor. It’s a regular presence in our Top Ten bargains, if you don’t mind foraying off-Strip. (If you’re going to the Tropicana Avenue one, let me know and I’ll try to meet you there.)
Finally, Angelica Bridges has no ass. Our table enjoyed a front-row view of the Fantasy cast and Ms. Bridges was modeling jeans that left nothing to the imagination. How she doesn’t just slide right off chairs, I have no idea.
You are probably the first male who actually noticed that she has no “rear”. Yeah, and you also bought “Playboy” to read the articles. 🙂
I can just see it now:
All the folks sitting at tables texting back & forth on their cell phones because they can’t hear each other over the “background noise”, then typing out their orders on the phones & showing the screens to the waiters. 🙂
Strange you should mention that. The young couple next to us was not conversing but furiously texting away on their respective PDAs. Ah, romance in the 21st century.
I’ve always been amazed that ANYBODY patronizes a bar or similar establishment where the music is turned up so loud that it makes your ears bleed. What on EARTH is fun or amusing about being deafened by some moron with a guitar, amplified to the decibel equivalent of a jackhammer?
Well, I guess SOME people must LOVE that sort of ambiance, or the Palms and the Hard Rock would be deserted 24/7. Brain-dead fratboys and blond bimbettes maxing out Daddy’s credit card, I suppose.
Last night, we celebrating the wearing of the green at Murphy’s Law, an off-Strip bar that was (and will be?) a hangout for Steelers fans. It was unbelievably loud in there, too, but it was from genuine rowdiness and conviviality, not the consequence of bad design (*cough*Todd English*cough*).
The drawback to attending Murphy’s Law is that it’s understaffed, resulting in much slowness and some outright ineptitude. Which motivates me to ask yet again, why do businesses that are reliant upon a high customer volume choose to skimp *in those areas where customers are most likely to notice*? Makes.No.Sense.