That makes me laugh, only because I've heard it in person so many times.
Lindo Michoacan fits the bill as a good little place, though a bit pricey, to try something good and new.
The staff was fairly efficient, considering there were two large groups in when we got there. First, I love any place that will stuff me full of chips and salsa. Carbs are my kryptonite. That and Rabbit got me this cheesy goodness that I think the gods have named "Queso Fundito" which considering my complete child like understanding of Spanish, I believe means "Cheese of Fun." It was gooey and cheesy and went great with salsa.
Onto the main course Miss Rabbit got these gi-huge-ant chicken chimichangas that were wonderful. But they paled next to my soup. It was this goat soup that was cooked in beer, not water. It was a HUGE bowl, so much that I took some home for lunch the next day. It's a red brothed, tender, spicy, flavorful party in my mouth, and the goat was invited.
I don't know your experience with goat, but mine is hit and miss. I've cleaned up after goats, I know what these things eat, so I don't blame anyone on that. But this was fall apart in my mouth wonderful. Birria de Chivo (Cabrito) is what it's called on the menu, but in my mouth it's called "Daddy," errr.. "Good."
Dessert, well, we went the "Choose your own adventure" route and picked the best picture we could find.
Because it was on fire.
We didn't even look at the name (And I'm not seeing it on the online menu) but it was Ice-Cream, crunchy bits, some sort of cake, and FIRE.
There is one down side. We couldn't figure out how to put the fire out (it takes a person on either side, and a HUGE blast of lung power, so you smokers beware), so it was a little charred when we got to eating it. But under the charcoal it was still an awesome dessert to finish off a great meal.
February 28, 2011
Wendy's take two
To emphasize the greatness of this joint, we went back the next week.
Now I don't do that normally. I'd rather not spend my time trekking across the Las Vegas valley for the same food twice in a seven day period. But for this place, we did. Our choice that night was Apple Bees (the on in our neighborhood has an unbalanced number of attractive women working there, other wise I wouldn't go back), or Wendy's. Twenty two minutes and nineteen seconds later we were walking in to be greeted by an excited staff who remembered us.
Once more I got the Hong Kong style ice tea.
Rabbit forgot to explain the joys of this.
It's sweet tea, with two huge lemon slices that you mulch in the glass. It's like a sweet Arnold Palmer, if Arnold Palmers tasted good.
I was fighting off a cold that had me down for the count for two days, so I got the closet thing to chicken noodle soup I could, and it turned out to be almost a Chicken Pho. For those that know me, you know Pho and I are close friends, we cuddle on cold rainy days when nobody is looking. This was no exception. It was lightly spiced, had a good broth, and large amounts of chicken. I was a happy monkey.
Rabbit got a chicken chow mein with pan fried noodles and mushrooms. It was so good that I risked sharing my cold with Rabbit to eat off her plate as well (and crispy noodles always make soup better, right?).
Onto dessert.
I can't remember what I got, being I keep going the tame route. The first time there I got their version of mochi which is served with red beans and a sweet sauce, and I liked it but it was a bit, tame.
This time I got, I think, nothing. Wait. No.. I got this green ice cream that was, sadly, not really impressive and apparently to my lovely co-writer, tasted like Neman Marcus back in the 80's. It wasn't bad, just, unimpressive next to hers.
Rabbit got this layered Neapolitan-esque dessert of DOOM! Think phyllo dough layered with fruits and sweetness. That's all this was. Layers of sweet cream, fruit, and crunchy dough. It was awesome.
So, if you're in the neighborhood, and want great service and damn good food, get there.
Now.
Now I don't do that normally. I'd rather not spend my time trekking across the Las Vegas valley for the same food twice in a seven day period. But for this place, we did. Our choice that night was Apple Bees (the on in our neighborhood has an unbalanced number of attractive women working there, other wise I wouldn't go back), or Wendy's. Twenty two minutes and nineteen seconds later we were walking in to be greeted by an excited staff who remembered us.
Once more I got the Hong Kong style ice tea.
Rabbit forgot to explain the joys of this.
It's sweet tea, with two huge lemon slices that you mulch in the glass. It's like a sweet Arnold Palmer, if Arnold Palmers tasted good.
I was fighting off a cold that had me down for the count for two days, so I got the closet thing to chicken noodle soup I could, and it turned out to be almost a Chicken Pho. For those that know me, you know Pho and I are close friends, we cuddle on cold rainy days when nobody is looking. This was no exception. It was lightly spiced, had a good broth, and large amounts of chicken. I was a happy monkey.
Rabbit got a chicken chow mein with pan fried noodles and mushrooms. It was so good that I risked sharing my cold with Rabbit to eat off her plate as well (and crispy noodles always make soup better, right?).
Onto dessert.
I can't remember what I got, being I keep going the tame route. The first time there I got their version of mochi which is served with red beans and a sweet sauce, and I liked it but it was a bit, tame.
This time I got, I think, nothing. Wait. No.. I got this green ice cream that was, sadly, not really impressive and apparently to my lovely co-writer, tasted like Neman Marcus back in the 80's. It wasn't bad, just, unimpressive next to hers.
Rabbit got this layered Neapolitan-esque dessert of DOOM! Think phyllo dough layered with fruits and sweetness. That's all this was. Layers of sweet cream, fruit, and crunchy dough. It was awesome.
So, if you're in the neighborhood, and want great service and damn good food, get there.
Now.
Wendy's Noodle Cafe
We were in the mood for Chinese food (ha.. that rhymed... I'm funny) and so we headed to the place where any good Las Vegan would go when they were in that sort of mood. Toward Spring Mountain Road, near the West side of town near the strip. We were on Jones near Desert Inn when we found what used to be a Pizza Hut (lovely architectural trademark as that is) marked Wendy's Noodle Cafe.
It had been rated very highly on the inter-tubes, so we thought we'd give it a go. Man, those inter-tubes are right sometimes. In fact, if anything, they were exaggerating on the low end. This place was way past good. It was fan-damn-tabulous. Let's start with the staff.
Cheery, awesome, willing to help the only two white kids in the establishment muddle their way through the gigantic menu of things that sounded delicious and tantalizing. Quick, clean and totally deserving of our praise! In fact, our favorite waitress (because now we've been there way more than once) is usually there, running the whole freakin' floor by herself and we're pretty sure she's over 20... Not to say that she's not rockin' it, but I'm also sayin' she's not exactly a spring chicken anymore. Props to you, woman! She even took the time to show Kobold how to properly mash and enjoy his Hong Kong iced tea!
Now on to the food. First time out, Kobold had the braised beef and I had the roast duck. Both of which were excellent (because you know we had to try each other's food). His beef was tender, sweet and savory and not a second overdone, served with rice and yum-tastic. My duck? Oh yeah. Duck yeah. Not greasy at all. Moist insides, crispy skin, and awesome flavor. Duck yes, duck me all night long.
And desert was even more excellent. All I have to say is mango crepes. Not made with what you would normally think of when you think 'crepe.' Not the french pastry cooked thin on a grill type crepe thing. No. Rice pasta type wrapping with sweet creme and mango slices crepe. The kind of thing that would make you punch your own newborn infant crepe. Fucking awesome.
It had been rated very highly on the inter-tubes, so we thought we'd give it a go. Man, those inter-tubes are right sometimes. In fact, if anything, they were exaggerating on the low end. This place was way past good. It was fan-damn-tabulous. Let's start with the staff.
Cheery, awesome, willing to help the only two white kids in the establishment muddle their way through the gigantic menu of things that sounded delicious and tantalizing. Quick, clean and totally deserving of our praise! In fact, our favorite waitress (because now we've been there way more than once) is usually there, running the whole freakin' floor by herself and we're pretty sure she's over 20... Not to say that she's not rockin' it, but I'm also sayin' she's not exactly a spring chicken anymore. Props to you, woman! She even took the time to show Kobold how to properly mash and enjoy his Hong Kong iced tea!
Now on to the food. First time out, Kobold had the braised beef and I had the roast duck. Both of which were excellent (because you know we had to try each other's food). His beef was tender, sweet and savory and not a second overdone, served with rice and yum-tastic. My duck? Oh yeah. Duck yeah. Not greasy at all. Moist insides, crispy skin, and awesome flavor. Duck yes, duck me all night long.
And desert was even more excellent. All I have to say is mango crepes. Not made with what you would normally think of when you think 'crepe.' Not the french pastry cooked thin on a grill type crepe thing. No. Rice pasta type wrapping with sweet creme and mango slices crepe. The kind of thing that would make you punch your own newborn infant crepe. Fucking awesome.
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