. . . of the season. I plan to sip it while browsing through the Sears Christmas catalogue, making this year’s list for Santa.
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Joe, Jae’s New York roommate, told us we should check out Tacos El Gordo, a place on East Charleston he’d discovered on a recent visit to Las Vegas. So we did.
The results were most satisfactory. Above, Jae studies the menu board in preparation for ordering another round of tacos.
The spicy pork tacos were considered especially fine.
We left in a cheerful mood, heading home to watch the Notre Dame/USC game, on which money had been wagered.
. . . was a great success. The turkey took about two hours longer to cook than it was supposed to, but emerged from the oven a thing of beauty.
The rest of the meal was fine, too — Jae’s garlic mashed potatoes, the chorizo stuffing, some peas, a store-bought but excellent pumpkin pie, and way too much Beaujolais Nouveau.
I crashed immediately after the pie — Jae went off to join a poker tournament and afterwards stayed up all night gambling. Youth in action, while old age dozes — comme il faut.
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My friend Jae took off his suit coat but not his tie to make some omelettes for dinner last night. He takes omelettes very seriously and is an expert at preparing them.
In this thrilling video footage he rejects a first effort because the eggs weren’t setting right. He went on to produce two sublime examples of the dish, with chives, shallots, spinach and cheese.
My friend Jae arrived last night from New York for Thanksgiving. He said he had decided to wear a suit the whole time he was in Las Vegas and got off the plane wearing one. This is probably the weirdest outfit you can wear in Las Vegas, unless you’re a card room manager. Naturally I will be wearing a suit while he’s here, too.
We headed straight from the airport to my local, McMullen’s Irish Pub (above), for some food and some Newcastle Brown Ale on draft (eat your heart out, PZ.)
Just got a message this morning that Jae was out at EagleRider, renting a motorcycle for his stay. This marks the official start of his traditional Thanksgiving dream vacation in Las Vegas.
Saying hi to Mom from the Hofbrauhaus in Las Vegas . . .