AC/DC is like a favorite beer, you know, one that tastes the same every time and yet still manages to pack a good buzz.
It’s difficult to resist the nonfictional premise of Aurand Harris’ “The Orphan Train,” now at the Rainbow Company. It’s 1914. New York City has an epidemic problem with unwanted children living on the streets. The New York Children’s Aid Society organizes a train trip to take the kids across the country in search of loving homes. Some of the children are abused. Some are rejected outright. A few are lucky enough to find a nurturing environment.
Weigh ’em: Legality versus morality. Journalism versus voyeurism. Public interest versus private business.
What bombs in Vegas stays in Vegas — often for a year or more.
Fat Bastard Merlot is a deep dark blood-red color with a semi-opaque core going out into a fine crimson-red rim definition and medium-high viscosity.
Amore Pizza & Pasta, 3945 S. Durango Drive, received 38 demerits March 25. Violations included no thermometer at cooks’ line make table. GRADE: C.
The light at the end of the tunnel looks a little less like an oncoming train these days, but we’re far from singing “Happy Days Are Here Again,” especially in Las Vegas.
The origin of the margarita is as cloudy as the lime juice in it. Hussong’s in Ensenada, Mexico — founded in 1880 by German immigrant Johan Hussong — lays one of at least eight claims to the tequila cocktail. (In 1941, its story goes, bartender Don Carlos Orozco mixed tequila, Damiana and lime for the first known time and served it over ice in a salt-rimmed glass to Margarita Henkel, daughter of the German ambassador to Mexico.)
Readers sometimes ask why people search for the foods of their youth. Simple. It’s because those foods are connected to fond memories. I well remember the first Big Boy I had. It wasn’t Bob’s, but another franchise, and it was quite the big deal in the days before the ubiquitous Big Mac rendered special sauce not so special.
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