by Jenise » Wed Oct 25, 2023 3:46 pm
That's it, Lotus of Siam.
True story: first time we went there, we were living in Huntington Beach, California and Bob had mentioned "I sure feel like Thai food". I said, great, how about Friday, a few days out. Then, I secretly booked a table at Lotus and a hotel room at the most ridiculous hotel on the strip, the pirate one, packed a suitcase and hid it in the trunk of my Jag. On the CD changer, a stack of Frank Sinatra CDs. Come Friday I said come on let's go, we're going out for Thai food. We were somewhere between San Bernardino and Barstow when he finally asked "Where the hell are we going?" With us I had an aged Freddie Emile on ice plus a few other things--I knew the restaurant was BYO friendly and the owner/chef's son was a very knowledgeable Somm. The son ended up sitting with us for a bit, sharing our wines and bringing some others around for us to try later. I hate Vegas but this was the perfect anti-Vegas experience.
A few years later we went back, and by then Lotus was famous. No reservations allowed anymore, and one had to wait in line in this tacky strip mall parking lot or show up immediately after they opened. The son wasn't there (he was in NY opening that branch), there were a lot more tables squeezed into the open space between the original banquettes along the walls and the food wasn't half as good. What had been magical was now just another tourist trap.
Ever been?
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov