AN AMERICAN WOLFPACK IN VENICE
We were never going to send you to Madame Tussauds. We promised. Then it opened a real bar recreating the Caesar’s rooftop scene from The Hangover, with wax statues of the cast. Torn, we still felt you might want to take some pictures with the baby and Mike Tyson while having a Buttery Nipple. In time, we hope you forgive us.
AUTO FOCUS
This Saturday, you’ll find a festival of intergalactic cars designed by local artists revving their engines all over Downtown’s Llama Lot. You’ll meet truly insane-looking vehicles with equally outrageous names like Rogue Scarab and Xuza. And surely fantasize about having one of these babies come rush-hour on Monday.
MAMA ALERT
Dan Krohmer’s crazily-awarded sushi spot, Other Mama, just opened a private room to accommodate his years of kaiseki study. There you and a guest will have the Morimoto-trained chef’s elegant procession of dishes like miso-cured duck breast with grilled fig and ponzu, and steamed turnip with wild shrimp. Other person not required.
JUST FOR FLICKS
What you may end up seeing at the Las Vegas Film Festival this week:
– Documentaries about Sammy Davis Jr., John McEnroe and a provocative artist named Narcissister.
– Bridey Elliot’s directorial debut featuring kin Chris and Abby Elliot, plus Haley Joel
Osment.Â
– Live comedy from Bobcat Goldthwait.
– Double. Since there are parties every night of this thing.
HOPE FLOATS
Sapphire’s pool club is officially going topless this weekend. And that just feels like something you should probably know for whatever Vegas needs present themselves, now or in the future. As far as we’re concerned, you still enter that pool at your own risk.
Jason Harris is a writer and comedian based out of Las Vegas. He knows every good pizza spot in town and can tell you which taco truck in Chinatown to visit. When his brother got engaged, his mother called him and asked, “Are you alright?”
