Britney — blah blah blah. But HOLY MOLY BOBBY FLAY!
We went to see Britney this weekend in Vegas:
The concert was silly and fun and likely exactly what you’d expect: incredible dancing and costumes. Her performance was okay. Her wig was NOT okay. And I’m not terribly fond of paying more than $100 for a concert that lasts less than 1 hour and 15 minutes.
Whatever. We danced. We sang along. We had a great weekend. But the real star was Bobby Flay.
I’m not a celebrity chef groupie, in part because local chefs have stolen my heart and I don’t have a television. I’m out of the loop on much of reality tv these days, and don’t get the hype. So, entering the Mesa Grill wasn’t as big of a deal for me as it was for my friends. But the meal we ate was by far the best meal I’ve ever enjoyed:
This isn’t going to do the experience justice, so just believe me. If you get a chance to eat at the Mesa Grill in Vegas — take it. It was so, so good. (And certainly not crazy expensive for the quality of food. I’ve eaten a meal that was lackluster at Le Cirque for three times as much.)
Also: the Wicked Spoon buffet isn’t so bad either. Sushi, pastries and a gelato bar. Oh, the pillaging that happened at that gelato bar:
So, yeah. Our 20s in Vegas: PARTY! Our 30s in Vegas: EAT!
I’m okay with that.