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  May 24, 2004                                                               NEWSLETTER

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Cover Story: Smoke and Mirrors in Las Vegas
by John Mariani


New York Corner:  dominic
by John Mariani


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SMOKE AND MIRRORS IN LAS VEGAS
by John Mariani

The Real Elvis

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     Las Vegas dining has come very far very fast, but it’s got a long, long way to go before the city is more than a place where the headliners on the restaurant marquees aren't the guys cooking in the restaurants. Remember: Vegas is the  home of the best Elvis impersonators--some of whom are so damn convincing, who needs the real Elvis?
     Or at least that's the way Vegas and its celebrity chefs have thus far promoted themselves. 
Five years ago, with the opening of $1.6 billion Bellagio, the stakes rose far higher than anyone could have imagined for fine dining in what was formerly a citadel of bad taste, a living museum of kitsch, and a monument to greed.  Now, the taste level has risen to theme park glamor, although tawdriness still abounds; indeed, casino shows, once titillatingly risqué, now  ape the lower forms of sexual exhibitionism found in the  lap dance venues off the Strip, and there is now a private pool area at one of the casino/hotels serviced by topless cocktail waitresses.
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reed is still the driving force of Vegas. Let's face it, Las Vegas is, for most visitors,  a Disneyland for morons.  If that seems harsh, consider that Vegas could not exist unless the overwhelming majority of its visitors leave town as losers, which strikes me as the kind of odds only a moron would entertain. (Some estimates indicate that people with gambling addictions account for about 5% of all players, but 25% of casino and state lottery profits.)
       Still, Bellagio, opened in 1999 by visionary Steve Wynn, was an amazing attempt to  bring a certain class to a city built on a complete lack of it.  In Wynn's mission statement for Bellagio, he wrote,  “Gaming as a unique or special kind of attraction to support tourism is a historical fact, but not a current dynamic. . . . The challenge became building a place so preemptive, so overwhelmingly attractive and delicious, that it would attract people who do not come to Las Vegas now--people who are not that impressed with gaming.  Put another way, how do you make Las Vegas a successful competitor to London, Rome or Paris?" 
       How indeed? Laying in Carrara marble by the truckload everywhere, garishly reproducing Renaissance ceilings at the Venetian,
installing  a few Picassos at Bellagio,  erecting  an abbreviated  Eiffel Tower at The Paris (below, right),  and putting "dancing fountains" in a man-made lake in the desert are hardly the kinds of things that cause sophisticated world travelers to start ooh-ing and ah-ing as they do over the Sistine Chapel, the  Arc de Triomphe, and the Empire State Building. Who's kidding whom?  Vegas architecture is built to attract Joe Six-Pack and Japanese tourists who dutifully train their video cams on the chubby gondolier at the Venetian plying a crystal clear Grand Canal past an antiseptic, pigeon-free repro of the Piazza di San Marco.ef
          Nevertheless, the new restaurants at Bellagio and the casino/hotels that followed were definite improvements over what they superseded, and Wynn was the leader in that, bankrolling celebrated chefs from New York and L.A. to open spectacular restaurants that bore little or no resemblance to the originals.  But while those celebrated chefs were always being photographed in their spanking clean whites for and by the media, the truth was, most spent a minuscule amount of time anywhere near their Vegas outposts. As Wolfgang Puck, who now has several restaurants in different casino/hotels in Vegas, told his chef colleagues about coming--but not moving--to Vegas, "Don't be crazy! They put up the money, and you only have to be there a few times a year!"  Despite their reputation for haute cuisine, many of those chefs did nothing to bolster the idea that Vegas was ready for fine dining, which is why Jean-George Vongerichten, Emeril Lagasse, Charlie Palmer, and Tom Colicchio all opened steakhouses (a genre of which there are at least 20 other examples in town, including all the major chains). 
   
In most cases the Vegas offshoots were only shadows of their originals.  In one case, Lutèce at the Venetian, it is now  a  shadow of a ghost, after the original Lutèce in NYC closed this year.   In only two cases did a major chef actually move to Vegas and cook there on a nightly basis--Juan Serrano at Picasso in Bellagio, and Alessandro Strata at Renoir in the Mirage.  Thus grew the notion that, more than anywhere else, a chef manqué could rise to prominence and wealth without ever so much as brewing a cup of coffee in the restaurant that bears his name.
     Now it's five years later. Wynn lost Bellagio in an expensive take-over, and few new places have opened, until now.  As everyone expected, Wynn recouped and is now building an even more spectacular casino/resort to open next year, with at least a dozen new dining venues.  But this time he promises things will be different: Stung by the criticism that the celebrity name restaurants are but further  examples of Vegas’ smoke and mirrors, Wynn has hired the brilliant Elizabeth Blau, who'd helped him develop all the Bellagio restaurants, then went on to become the city’s major restaurant consultant before opening her own restaurant--Simon’s in the Hard Rock casino/hotel--with Chef Kerry Simon,  to sign up well-known chefs for the new property with sweetheart deals that won't  cost the chef a dime of investment capital. With one catch: Those chefs must now live in Vegas and actually cook in their restaurants--a momentous change from what has gone on before. At least that's Plan A:  NYC’s Daniel Boulud will open a restaurant in Wynn's casino/hotel but he will not be moving to town.  In the same spirit  Brad Ogden has moved from San Francisco with his family to Vegas and opened a namesake restaurant at Caesar's Palace where he contends he spends 90 percent of his time, actually cooking.
      But is such really the stuff of the future?  I suspect not.  The new action that has rolled into town seems to hold to the same “who-cares-if-the chef’s-never-here?” attitude of the past. Hubert Keller, Chef/partner at San Francisco's Fleur de Lys, has opened a Burger Bar at Mandalay Place, to be followed by a branch of Fleur de Lys; Thomas Keller, of the French Laundry in St. Helena and now Per Se in NYC, opened a copy of his Napa Valley bistro, Bouchon in the Venetian; Alain Ducasse will debut a branch of his NYC restaurant Mix at Mandalay Bay;  Bobby Flay will open another Mesa Grill; Michael White is reprising his award-winning NYC Italian restaurant, Fiamma; Michael Kornick will be the name chef at  Nine Steakhouse; Rick Moonen at RM; Tom Colicchio is doing Craftsteak at MGM; Eric Ripert of NYC's Le Bernardin and Mario Batali of Babbo are said to be considering ventures in the Venetian's new Palazzo Tower.  Even France’s illustrious Joël Robuchon and Paul Bocuse are negotiating to open restaurants in Vegas. But does anyone seriously believe these fellows will be spending a major part of their time there?  Can you see the 78 year-old Bocuse shuttling back and forth between Lyons and Las Vegas every two weeks?  Don’t bet the farm on it. 
       One  might also reasonabley ask how these chefs can both spare and urge their best sous-chefs to move out to Vegas?  The chefs always say, "He's been with me for nine years as my chef de cuisine."  But if he's 1,000 or 10,000 miles away from his master and has to work with a Vegas-based union kitchen crew, how close can he come to reproducing the master's food and wishes?  As so often happens, these sous-chefs go out to Vegas, get things up and running, then move back or somewhere else after a few months.
     The money is, of course, irresistible, and  the casinos will use the restaurants as a way of keeping their customers in the casino.  Yet the odd thing is, with all the puffery about the new sophistication of Vegas visitors, a gourmet could nearly starve to death trying to find much above the level of an Olives or Wolfgang Puck Café open for lunch in this town.  Lunch is a major part of fine dining in NYC, London, Paris, Rome, Madrid, Berlin, and other international cities.  But in Vegas, with a few exceptions like Circo, it’s tough to find much beyond an Asian noodle counter or a buffet line open at lunch--this, in a city that prides itself on being open 24 hours a day.  If indeed Wynn's original vision is for people to come to Vegas as they go to London and Paris and New York, where can they eat at lunchtime?
   
  Why anyone should be surprised at the amount of hype that layers over the truth of the matter in Vegas is beyond me.  Can you dine well out there?  Absolutely.  Are the restaurants “serious” about quality?  In many cases, yes. Are the wine lists among the deepest in the world?  Without a doubt: high rollers must have their Opus One and Lafite!  (The photo to the right shows Aureole's "wine angel" retrieving one of 10,000 bottles in a tower based on the Tom Cruise's wire act in "Mission Impossible.") ar But in many cases, the intrinsic elements that make an individual restaurant great and a city a great gastronomic beacon are not the number of flashy restaurants nor the names on the door.  It is the breadth and depth of restaurants run by chefs and cooks and families and restaurateurs whose vested interest is in their own reputation, not in the amount of money they bring to the bottom line. 
    
It should be obvious that Las Vegas is not a great city in the sense that complex, culturally rich, history-making cities are. Vegas is what it is and probably will be for a long time--a gambling (sorry, "gaming") city offering good restaurants and lots of entertainers like Wayne Newton and Céline Dion.  And for a city to be a  great restaurant town it must have ethnic neighborhoods rife with small, wonderful storefront eateries; it has to have singular restaurants, not copies, whose elemental beauty is based on the personal style of the owner and its situation on a real waterfront or in a lush valley or overlooking a real river--not a man-made lake with dancing water fountains and decor designed to dazzle rather than express a personal spirit.  A great restaurant town is one where the locals know the best places for every occasion, whether it’s a tiny sushi bar or a small pizza joint. A great restaurant city grows its own great restaurants; it does not just tack other city's great restaurant names on the door.r
    A great restaurant city is one where the Real Elvis performs, night after night, until he drops.  So, unless Steve Wynn manages to change the dynamic yet again--and I hope he does--Las Vegas will continue to be a city of Elvis impersonators onstage and in the kitchen.



                                                                                                                                 Not the Real Elvis




NEW YORK CORNER

dominic
349 Greenwich Street
212-343-0700

  dm    A few months ago dominic was Dominic Restaurant/Social Club, and a year before that it was Pico, one of my favorite new restaurants of 2001.  Its reincarnations have been reasonable responses to the vagaries of the downtown restaurant business since 9/11.  Pico was bopping along in TriBeCa, serving chef-owner John Villa's sizzling modern take on Portuguese food. After 9/11  the entire neighborhood was devastated and took a good while to be restored.  Even though Pico was not directly damaged by the disaster, business was slow, and, after some deep thought, Villa felt it might be wise to change and to bring a new life to his restaurant.  At first he tried, perhaps not wholeheartedly, to pick up on a wavelet of interest in old-fashioned Italian-American food, re-naming Pico Dominic's Social Club.  That didn't quite live up to expectations--I suspect people didn't know what the name meant--so he dropped the "Social Club" and recast his menu to reflect both his own New Jersey-Italian family background as well as his extensive travels in Tuscany.  The place doesn't look radically different--which is good, because it's always been a cozy space, with red brick walls, an open kitchen, and tall, leather-backed banquettes.  There is now a large map of the Italian boot (a prop from a Woody Allen movie), and the front of the restaurant has been opened up and better lighted.  The menu is definitely priced to sell, with appetizers and pastas $6-$10 (as main courses $12-$18), and entrees $16-$28. There's a very congenial 3-course prix fixe menu for $38, for which you get to choose anything you like from three sections of the menu.
      Sautéed foie gras with vanilla-scented quince purée and a blood orange reduction is about as fancy as things get here (probably not a Villa family Sunday dinner dish). I loved the octopus salumi with fava and lima beans and a mint vinaigrette, and Tuscan Toast came as paper-thin slices of lardo (prosciutto fat) melted over crunchy country toast with a rhubarb marmalade, a starter I could make a meal of.  Pastas ranged from strozzapreti ("priest stranglers," so called because ravenous priests would gobble them up greedily) with Maine crab, green and white asparagus, and lemon verbena.  Farrotto came with pan-seared shrimp, chanterelles, peas, pea shoots and prosciutto. Simplest and best was spaghetti with fresh tomato, basil, cilantro and sweet fresh ricotta.
      Skate, a fish too little seen on menus, was cooked to a nice crispness, accompanied by an artichoke barigoule, creamy orzo and lemon thyme, while sea scallops come pumped up with red plums, oven-dried tomatoes, and watercress.  If you're up for meat, go with the spit-fired meat of the evening, or a roast leg of lamb with fava beans and cheese crostata.  Usually there is roasted suckling pig seasoned with Tuscan herbs and honey; on my visit I expected more of the crispy skin from the pig, as I recall it from Pico.
      You can see from what precedes them that desserts won't be fussy but will be scrumptious, like Villa's espresso parfait with hot chocolate sauce, a honeyed ricotta crème brûlée, and--not to be missed--zeppole fritters from Naples and his light-as-a-feather sognos (dreams), a wonderful hold-over from the Pico days.
       As it should with this lusty food, Italian reds dominate the list, and there are still a lot of good Ports here.
        Whatever name Villa calls his restaurant, you can be sure it will reflect his personal vision that food's first responsibility is to taste good and wholesome. As dominic, this is a fine addition to a neighborhood coming back fast.


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OUR FORGETFUL AUTHORS

“To me the word `curry’ is as degrading to India’s great cuisine as the word ‘chop suey’ was to China’s. . . . `Curry’ is just a vague, inaccurate word which the world has picked up from the British, who, in turn, got it mistakenly from us.  It seems to mean different things to different people.”                                                    --Madhur Jaffrey, An Invitation to Indian Cooking (1973).

cyThe title of Madhur Jaffrey's new book, which "traces the origins of curry, explaining how Indian immigrants brought ingredients and techniques to new lands, creating an ever-growing cornucopia of delicious hybrids," is From Curries to Kebabs: Recipes from the Indian Spice Trail (2004).


















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IS THIS HEAVEN? NO, IT’S TEXAS ht
 
After a two-year battle, two Arlington, Texas, judges refused to give a beer license to a local Hooters, so the owner decided to give beer away free (maximum two beers per customer).







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Department of Corrections:
1.The correct name of the restaurant in Chicago holding the Morel Mushroom festival is Charlotte's Bistro 100.

2. gkThe exiled King of France who resided at Hartwell House, Buckinghamshire, England, mentioned in last week's article was Louis XVIII.









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DAD’S DAY


* At Charleston’s Charleston Place, dad can enjoy a weekend in the lap of luxury for  two nights in the  Club Level accommodation, with private concierge, all-day complimentary beverage service, continental breakfast, afternoon tea, hors d’oeuvres, and after-dinner cordials with dessert, as part of the "Great Guy Getaway." Also included:  welcome gift of a video featuring “Best Moments” in golf, football or boxing, quality cigars and microbrewery beers.  He’ll also be the guest of honor for a 3-course dinner, accompanied by wine, at the Charleston Grill, and a day spent at his choice of  either a deep-sea fishing or shrimping excursion, or a round of golf at the Ocean Course at Kiawah Island Resort. Total package cost: $1,459; Visit  www.charlestonplacehotel.com. Call  1-800-611-5545. . . . Keswick Hall is offering its “Serve, Swing and Cast Package,” with private instruction in three sports plus the necessary rental equipment, 4-night’s accommodations,  temporary membership to Keswick Club, breakfast and afternoon tea daily.  Packages start at $995 pp. Visit  www.keswick.com or call 1-800-274-5391. . . . The Inn at Perry Cabin’s “Boat and Bed Package” is a special “stay as long as you wish” package that spends a day apprenticing under a master boat builder from the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum, with additional workshops will also be offered during week.  Bed and Boat Packages start at $630 for 2 nights.  For $5,400, all the above plus a gift of a 13’6” wood rowing skiff to take home or a sailing skiff at $8400.  Call 410-745-2200 or 800- 722-2949 or visit www.perrycabin.com

*  On May 25 Roy's will celebrate the traditional Hawaiian holiday of Lei Day with a wine prix fixe menu,  live Hawaiian music and a hula dancer. $75 pp. Visit  www.roysrestaurant.com to find the location of the Roy's located nearest to you.

* From June 2-5 Sofitel Philadelphia hosts French-Vietnamese Chef Didier Corlou of Sofitel Métropole Hanoi with special dinners at Chez Collette..  For info and reservations call 215-569-8300.

* From June 10-13  "The Newport Beach Food and Wine Festival" at The Balboa Bay Club & Resort will showcase fine wines and  cuisine, incl. a grand tasting and seminars, with Chefs  Julian Serrano of Picasso, Las Vegas; master mixologist Tony Abou-Ganim; Alsatian winemaker Hubert Trimbach; Max McCalman, maître fromager at Picholine and Artisanal in NYC;  Michael Ginor of  Hudson Valley Foie Gras; chefs Christian Rassinoux and Yvon Goetz of the Ritz-Carlton, Laguna Niguel; Jean-Marc Weber, chef of the California Club; winemaker Jeff McBride of Conn Creek; Agustin Huneeus, vintner/proprietor, Quintessa;  and The Balboa Bay Club & Resort’s culinary team. Proceeds benefit the Jean-Louis Palladin Foundation and The Balboa Bay Club’s 1221 Club scholarship fund. Call 949-630-4146.

* On June 11 & 12 The Mendocino Winegrower’s Sixth Wine Affair  takes place  at Fetzer Vineyards Valley Oaks Ranch in Hopland, CA, with a walk-around tasting in the gardens before an auction and dinner; "Big Bottles and Bocce at Brutocao Cellars; The Wine Affair Festa with  Chef Pierro Salvaggio from Valentino in L.A.. The Grand Auction features 40 lots,  incl.a 5- night stay in Paris with side trip to Louis Roederer Estate in Champagne, a golf trip in Arizona, big bottles, wine excursions and special lots. To benefit  Mendocino County’s Sheriff’s Department Search & Rescue. Prices: Fri. $50 pp; Sat. $125; $175 with the addition of John Ash and the Nonnas Cooking Demo and Lunch with the “Old timers." Visit mendowine.com, call 707-468-9886. 

* On June 17 Dallas' Basso is hosting a  5-course wine dinner in honor of Wine Master Victor Orozco.  $125 pp. Call 214-520-2242.

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