Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill, Las Vegas, NV

All the very best restaurants are in Las Vegas. All the chefs you see on TV. And many more you don’t. Las Vegas has become a culinary mecca. On Monday night, we ate at Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill. To be honest, I’ve never liked him as a TV chef. He always has seemed to be a little too much of a know-it-all. But after eating at Mesa Grill, I think he knows a lot.

First of all, there is a fine wine list. We had separate glasses since everyone was eating something different. The Talbot chardonnay was especially good. There’s also a long list of margaritas. One was much like the wondrous Earl Gilmore Memorial Margarita that I’ve mentioned in the past except with Cointreau instead of Triple Sec. The four of us ordered a combination of appetizers, sides and main courses. Here’s what we had.

Romaine salad – excellent, a background spicy taste with anchovy overtones and a frico.
Sophie’s chopped salad – good, although something you could make at home.
Tiger shrimp and roasted garlic corn tamale – good, although the shrimp and the tamale seemed like separate units.
Blue Corn Pancake with barbecued duck and habanero chile sauce – exceptional, sweet and pungent.
Smoked chicken and black bean quesadilla with avocado and toasted garlic crème fraiche – very good.
Sweet potato gratin and smoked chiles – Cosmic!
Brussel sprouts – I know you can’t believe it but it’s a toss up between this and the sweet potato gratin for highest honors in my book. Simply prepared, butter and spices and unbelievably good.
Grilled venison chops with crushed blackberry/red wine vinegar sauce and sweet potato gratin. Really good with the sweet potato gratin stealing the show again.

Table consensus for Mesa Grill – A

TO BE CONTINUED….

TODAY’S QUICK NOTE

Just a quick note in case you are headed off to Capitol Reef National Park. Yay, what a wondrous park! Boo, who gave the great reviews to Cafe Diablo? Not! The Inn at Red River, maybe not quite as exciting as the press.

More info on May 17 after we’ve done the Las Vegas thing and had some sleep.

Your life is finite. Have some fun! Marymom

UTAH RULES!

TODAY’S WORRY

John and I have our good friends, Karen and George, visiting and we are off to the wilds of Utah tomorrow. To Teasdale, UT, for a stay at the Red River Lodge, dinner at Cafe Diablo and a visit to the Capitol Reef National Park. Then on Sunday, a trip to one of the best spots in the world, Bryce Canyon National Park. If you’ve never been there, put it on your list of things to do before you are too old to do them. Getting back to the title of this blog, when the kids were little and we would travel out west to see the national parks, we developed a mode of eating we called Utah rules. This was not, yay, pump your fist, Utah Rules! but what to do in a dining situation in Utah. Since we had eaten many subpar meals in Utah, we decided that the best way to approach the cuisine was to limit it to the least number of preparation steps; the classic being, kill cow, cook cow, eat cow. This would apply to an unembellished steak. Getting your desired doneness, well, a crap shoot.

So anyway, I’ll be gone for a few days. I hope to blog on Sunday but may not have a chance until Tuesday after an overnight in Las Vegas with a dinner at Bobby Flay’s, Mesa Grill, and an evening out seeing Ka. I’ll let you know all about it.

THE BRIDGE OF THIGHS

TODAY’S WORRY

Do you remember when it used to be fun to fly? When you actually considered looking nice because you were going on a plane? Now you try to figure out which shoes are the easiest to take off. We had airplane fun on Tuesday when we flew Southwest from Tampa to Las Vegas via Phoenix. How many Floridians could there be flying at 2:30 PM on a Tuesday to Phoenix? Surely the plane wouldn’t be full. Wrong! John and I took window and aisle seats fairly far back in the plane and then leaned towards the center so people would be discouraged from sitting with us. But when the plane is full, every seat is taken. A nice lady sat between us. We got to know each other’s thighs way too well during the next almost 5 hours. If there is one thing that could spur me to actually lose weight, it would be to fit better in an airplane seat. I might send my seat companion a suggestion to do the same as well.

After a while, she fell asleep trapping me in my window seat. They tell you to stay hydrated on the plane but that’s not a good idea if you are trapped. This also cut off all conversation between John and me. So we started passing notes over her sleeping head. Here is the actual stupid note conversation.

John: (after 3 interminable hours) Are we in Frankfurt yet?
Mary: We haven’t the mustard to sit much longer. I relish the end of this flight.
John: Our buns are quite toasted, I fear.
Mary: I’ll be in a pickle if there is not time for a restroom stop between flights.
John: Johann will be a mighty sour kraut when he finds he got on the Phoenix flight.
Mary: He will have to ketchup on the European news at the airport.

I think they need to show movies.

Aileron

On the flight from Phoenix to Las Vegas, I sat in the window seat aft of the wing. I got to see the flappy things move up and down. In fact, when they are totally up, you can see all the working stuff underneath them. And guess what, they are not called flappy things!

aileron – Either of two movable flaps on the wings of an airplane that can be used to control the plane’s rolling and banking movements. (dictionary.com)

Chili’s, Tampa Airport, FL

This isn’t really a restuarant review because everyone know what Chili’s is like. It’s more like reporting on a comedy of errors. I guess what it really boils down to is that Chili’s needs to train its staff before letting them wait on you kamikaze style. John and I planned to have lunch at the airport because we know what the snacks are like on Southwest and we would be flying and changing planes for the next 7 hours. So we ate at the Chili’s in Tampa airport. John ordered a Caribbean chicken salad and I ordered the soup and salad combination. Easy enough, wouldn’t you think? But no. And it was the soup and salad combo that was the problem. It’s listed on the menu as Soup and Salad, a bowl of one of their soups and a choice between a small dinner salad or a caesar salad for $5.99. I ordered vegetable soup and a dinner salad with blue cheese dressing. Problem number 1, waitress does not know how to use the computer entering system. Number 2, she does not know if it is a cup or bowl, so we helpfully give her the menu so she can read the portion sizes. Number 3, John’s salad comes and my soup comes out, but no salad. We ask about the salad. She will check. Number 4, manager comes over to find out if everything is okay. We say, no salad. Number 5, waitress brings small caesar salad instead of dinner salad. We say nothing. I decide just to eat the caesar. Number 6, manager brings large chicken caesar salad. Number 7, someone else brings small caesar salad. Number 8, the first bill is wrong. Number 9, the second bill is wrong. Number 10, we are comped for our lunch. Number 10 was the only non-problem. Do I walk under a restaurant black cloud?

MOTHER’S DAY

TODAY’S HAPPINESS

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. It seems almost over the top to have a special day for a person who has the best job in the whole world. Like every other mother, I think our kids are the best. I have enjoyed them in every stage even as teenagers. Sure, there were times when Sarah avoided me or Jon was struggling for independence but it’s all part and parcel of the experience. They were learning how to become the people they are today. So thank you to John without whom there would be no kids and thank you to Jon and Sarah as well as to Ryan who is a special daughter-in-law for being my great children.

Enate

Here’s a word you find in crossword puzzles a lot. E-t-a-i-o-n are the most commonly used letters in English words and this word has most of them. But did you know that it also carries along the Mother’s Day theme of today’s blog?

enate – A relative on one’s mother’s side.

Bayview Restaurant, Marco Island, FL

Bayview Restaurant has a lovely setting. It is on the water in the new Esplanade which contains condos, shops, a marina and restaurants. There’s a tiki bar and outdoor as well as indoor dining. We went there for a Mother’s Day dinner. Our reservations were for 7 PM. We were seated at a table next to the window and heard about the specials. We ordered a lovely bottle of 2003 Sonoma Cutrer Chardonnay. We also started by sharing an order of fried calamari. We have a quest going on with fried calamari to find a restaurant that prepares it as well as Starz in Oakville, CA did before it went out of business. I have to say that this calamari was almost it! It was perfectly cooked and served with a mango chutney and a chipotle aioli. It was just a tiny bit more breaded than perfect but, oh yes, I would definitely order it again. Definitely an “A” for calamari.

As has happened in the past when you eat in Marco, the special I ordered which was dry-pack day boat scallops with a vanilla sauce and plantains had run out. ( see Kretch’s) So I changed my order to seafood cakes which came with plantains and mixed vegetables and a mango sauce. They were very good. Lots of seafood and crispy on the outside while soft inside. John ordered ahi tuna which he asked for just seared and basically raw inside. Although his tuna was very good, it was a thinish piece, maybe 1/2 to 3/4 inch thick and was pink in the middle rather than purple. Perhaps east coast ahi tuna is different from west coast? He had rice and veggies with it.

Overall I good restaurant. Big plusses for the setting and the calamari. A very nice touch by giving moms a rose at the end of dinner. Small minuses for not having the special, rolls that were a little stale and overcooking the tuna a bit.

John’s grade – B+
Mary’s grade – B+

FAIR TRADE?

TODAY’S INIQUITY

Yesterday we went out to buy new tennis balls on Marco Island. We found them at Walgreen’s for $3.79 a can. Outrageous! Unfair! We shall play with dead balls. So this got me to thinking about the whole iniquity (see Word for the Day) of being a captive market. There are very few places that sell tennis balls on Marco Island and to go all the way to Naples seems false economy given the price of gas. So the sellers will price their items as high as they think the consumer will bear. And speaking of gas and captive markets, when you enter California on I-40, the first place you come to is Needles. Last year when the price of gas was much lower than it is today, gas in Needles was $2.74 a gallon. In Kingman, AZ which is about 60 miles away, it was $2.05. But if you need gas, there is no place for 60 miles to get it except Needles. Iniquity, I say. And don’t get me started on the expensive soda and snacks at ball games or at Disneyland. And what about wine on a cruise? Shouldn’t the high price you are paying include at least a table wine? Buyer beware!