Disillusionment

Up until 10 minutes ago thought I would grow up and marry Anthony Bourdain. Then I watched the latest "No Reservations".

He seemed perfect in every way. He cooks. He eats. He smokes. He drinks. He is irreverent, funny, godless, cynical and weird. He also hates Las Vegas.

Look, I agree with him that the strip is a garish nightmare of soulless capitalism. But for those of us who do not have the pleasure of living in a foodie town (of which there are only maybe 5 in all of North America) Las Vegas is the place where we can go and eat the best of the best without having to get on a plane to fly to a different city every night.

Thomas Keller (Bouchon in the Venetian), Tom Colicchio (craftsteak in MGM Grand), Takashi Yagihashi (Okada at Wynn), Daniel Boulud (Daniel Bouloud Brasserie also at Wynn), Charlie Palmer (Charlie Palmer Steakhouse at the Four Seasons), Commander's Palace, Krispy Kreme, Smith & Wollensky Steakhouse, Pink's Hot Dogs and deep fried Twinkies.

Fabulous spas, beautiful swimming pools, discount shopping, high end retail therapy (look but don't buy), luxurious hotel suites at low prices, "O" (the only Cirque du Soleil worth seeing), people watching, cheap booze, and you can smoke almost anywhere.

I'm sorry Tony. I thought we had a future.