28 Days of Food, Techno and Gratitude

Some­how, Novem­ber has arrived faster than we all antic­i­pated. And for me, my birth­day month is always a time to reflect if and how I’ve grown in the past year, and what I’d like to accom­plish in the next. It dawned on me when I saw Richie Hawtin last week­end   that 2013 has been one of the best years so far!

But there’s always room for improve­ment. Great­ness is an end­less pur­suit and some­times you need to take a step back to see where change is needed, what is work­ing, and what isn’t.

Which brings me to this post.… [Read more…]

My look at Hakkasan

It’s no secret that I’m not a huge fan of Las Vegas clubs. This blog is called food plus techno, after all, not “food plus main­stream edm.” But I will always jump at the chance to see what’s new on the scene, if only because Vegas prop­er­ties seem­ingly spare no expense when it comes to build­ing these bad boys.

Last week I sucked it up through Steve Aoki and his inflat­able air mat­tress (what, does the Wynn own the rights to the raft?), to check out this amaz­ing wall of visu­als behind the main­stage, and a bang­ing sound sys­tem, even if I didn’t care much for the sounds com­ing out of them.

Check out more of my obser­va­tions here on Star­tle and Forbes Travel Guide:
Nightlife Hot Spot Hakkasan Opens in Vegas

More Bourdain for your buck

I’ve lucked out in being able to inter­view some of the best culi­nary tal­ent in the world who have all been incred­i­bly gra­cious and inspir­ing (and nerve wrack­ing!) to speak to, but I’d never had an exclu­sive like this before.

Who doesn't love the bone?

Who doesn’t love the bone?

I had the good for­tune of being the only writer in Las Vegas to get to speak with Anthony Bour­dain in antic­i­pa­tion for his and Eric Ripert’s com­ing show this Sat­ur­day, and as such, I got to write two sto­ries out of one great interview.

Click here to read my full story in the Feb­ru­ary issue of Vegas/Rated: In the Kitchen of Good and Evil [Read more…]

London, baby!

I fig­ured with the Lon­don Olympic games kick­ing off, this would be a good time to take a stroll down mem­ory lane and revisit my trip to Lon­don late last month (Mem­ory Lane, by the by, keeps get­ting longer and hazier these days.). I was there for only a few days (one of which I slept pretty much entirely thanks to being bowled over with jet lag,), and stayed in Soho off Tot­ten­ham Court Road (which I chose because of this song).

As this was my first trip Lon­don, there were only two eat­ing mis­sions: proper full Eng­lish break­fast and after­noon tea. Every­thing else is just gravy.

I know, I know, I was sup­posed to have the pasties and the Indian food and the fish and chips and bangers and mash, but rolling solo + lim­ited time + lim­ited stom­ach capac­ity + Lon­don is expen­sive as f*ck = 2, maybe 3 meals + 1 snack per day. [Read more…]