My Las Vegas trip in a word: Classy
My hotel/casino for the first night was full of artistic expression. In fact, there was a life-sized sculpture right at the front entrance. It was like being at the Louvre.
And what’s the one side dish that could make Chinese food even better? Men dressed like trashy gieshas doing Barabara Streisand impressions. This town has got it all!
Nothing says “authentic Japanese dining” than…
Although, I gotta say. The restaurant *does* lose points in my book for not having strippers, drag queens, drag kings, an all-male stripper review, or Celion Dion.