Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Field Trip: Yama Sushi Las Vegas.

Red letters of glory!
 I’m sure you’re all aware of what happens in the summer time, as you’re sitting outside in the evening, rocking back and forth in one of those swinging chairs, enjoying the warm breeze and watching the sun go down behind the horizon; as the day darkens, you turn on the porch light so that you are not completely prone to wild animals and various monsters that inhabit the surrounding area, and in that instant you are hit by a swarm of moths and flies in pursuit of one thing and one thing only: the Light. Yes, the holy Light probably the equivalent to Jesus but for winged life, the most attractive, glorious, beautiful creation by man for these annoying bugs.
            
By now you’re probably asking yourself, Okay, what the hell does that have to do with the picture in this article, or with anything for that matter? Well, let me tell you why this is the perfect analogy for this blog post: the sign in the above photo is that porch light and I am the representation of all of those winged annoyances that haunt your porch light once you flip it on. But the sushi sign doesn’t even have to be on for me to flock to it like a crackhead to crack; all I have to do is merely see it and I will come. And went I did.
           
I hope the gates to Heaven look similar or I won't be as excited.
The ever lovely Denise had told me of an amazing sushi experience she had had with friends at a place called Yama Sushi off of Flamingo and Maryland Parkway. Of course my ears pricked at the sound of the word sushi and instantly it was decided that we would go. Grabbing the Manfriend and our friend Sean, we decided to see what this yummy goodness Denise had described was all about. And while she had already explained that Yama Sushi had an all you can eat menu that cost an easy $20, those immortal words brazen in neon immaculacy over the front door nearly brought tears to my eyes: had we died and gone to fishy heaven? If we had, there was a line to get in through those pearly gates. 
      
It didn’t faze us too much because Denise was generous enough to let us play around with her gorgeous camera. The wait was said to be around 30 minutes, but unfortunately we were standing outside for almost an hour. Again, like I said, we were having fun with Denise’s camera, conversing about the pains of work and how hungry we were. My suggestion to anyone who goes to Yama Sushi for a meal: arrive kind of hungry but not starved because you will wait for a hot minute. At least with an increasing appetite you are assured to get your $20 worth. We sure did. Anyway, as hunger gripped our sanity, we inched closer and closer with every group they ushered in towards sushi bliss.  

24 hour wait? Not a prob! I have all day.
The interior of Yama Sushi is a hustle of romance and hunger. It is an odd coupling that compliments each other so well it’s almost maddening. The lighting is low and comforting, the flow of traffic in the small space is quick and aggressive, yet I never once felt crowded. The thing that impressed me the most out of the service was how quick we were served and the food was delivered. With a bunch of orders going in and coming out all at once, we had our drinks and appetizers and essentially everyone’s first set of rolls on our table within the first ten minutes of being seated. I was shocked; the order was always accurate as well. I was thoroughly impressed.

Or maybe my brain had become sod with hunger and anything that resembled something edible in front of me seemed accurate. Regardless, when the food was in front of me, the world outside could have gone up in
One always needs a bowl of health to
compliment the fried.
flames and I would not have had a care about it. I was faced with delicious rolls and seated before great friends, so in that moment, life was peachy. Denise ordered for the table some Edamame and pot stickers.We each had our own rolls. I am a big eel enthusiast, so naturally I went with the Eel Avacado roll to start.
Eel - the other, other, other white meat
slathered in a brown eel sauce ...
I guess making it a brown meat after all.

With a few shots of sake and some chugs of water with lemon, the four of us finished the delectable rolls rather quickly as our taste buds re-familiarized themselves with the concept of food. Before we had even finished our first rolls, our waitress was already inquiring as to what we would have as our next. Maybe it was because we all held the disposition of Charlie in the chocolate shop at the beginning of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, or maybe because we’re American and our glutton-isms were displayed on overdrive as we  dug into every ricey piece with our chopsticks with clumsy precision, but this waitress was on top of everything. She only made us wait in intervals of about two minutes before our next round of rolls to conquer was placed before us. It was service with a serious smile, with a lack there of smile on her part, stupid grins on ours. 
Satisfaction guaranteed!
      
Over the course of our dinner, I began to realize why the wait to dine at Yama Sushi was so long: the all you can eat deal is amazing and affordable, the food is really good, and the staff are all super efficient. I only made it two and a half rolls in before I threw in the towel (to accommodate for the yummy green tea ice cream at the end, of course), and the half I ate came from aiding Denise with her roll. The big rule at Yama is that whatever you order must be eaten or you will pay a fee. 
Thankfully our table was ready to dive into help out whoever needed the help. We all ended up trying/sharing our rolls anyway once the initial hunger rage was subsided by the first round of food. Aside
That's a spicy meat - er, sushi roll!
from Rey’s spicy roll, I enjoyed virtually everything I put into my mouth. I don’t mean that in a dirty way but if you took it that way, kudos to you.



Denise's beloved No Name roll! ... seriously, it's called that.
Overall, Yama Sushi was an enjoyable experience filled with all that I love: fish, friends, and a splash of booze. It has been over a week since we dined there and I am already craving a rerun … hopefully my next paycheck will allow me to splurge on more next time. But for anyone who is in the Vegas area, visiting or living, and hasn’t tried out Yama, I strongly suggest it. They have an array of sushi as well as other combination plates and such, so if you’re a non-sushi fan there is something you can enjoy while your friends pig out in front of you. Just remember my warning about arriving hungry; don’t be in starvation mode when you show up because other bystanders will not be afraid to shove your famished corpse out of the way to move up in the line. And remember to make sure that whatever you do order must be consumed. Really, it’s all about careful planning, time management and the Tortoise and the Hare philosophy: slow and steady wins the race – or in this case, wins the overabundance of fishy burps succeeding a delicious feast of epic proportion.

Fish-ay, fish-aay!

 Staying hungry for life,

Rae :]

Monday, February 20, 2012

Sharks, Joe's and love.

Two kids in an aquarium.
It's almost the end of February, which means it's the month of love and that I am safe in updating this blog for that purpose. My manfriend and I just celebrated our 3-month this past Saturday. I'm still trying to figure out how three months has gone by with this man; it feels like we've been together forever already, but really, it has only been a blink. We've been up to a lot recently, including the Mandalay Bay aquarium, he cooked me a very lovely meal on Valentine's Day and we went out to Chicago Joe's Italian eatery for the first time downtown for our 3-month. Every moment I've spent with him thus far has been a pleasant adventure, and I look forward to making many more fond memories with him.
Rae is on a date with Rey,
touching a ray. Whoa.


Rey took me to Mandalay Bay for a date because he knows how much I enjoy sea life, sharks in particular. He even bought me a shirt against my will ... because he loves to dote on me much to my annoyance ;) It was a a great night of skipping through tunneled corridors and pressing our noses up to the glass tanks like we were on an elementary school field trip - except there wasn't a legitimate fear of cootie catching, as there was plenty of hand holding. 


We hung around the aquarium for a while until we decided to catch dinner elsewhere. Overall, it was a lovely, memorable evening, and I'm glad I get to share the memory with you :D 
Rey being a ray. Confused yet?
Jaws 3, anyone?
Walking on water ... okay, 6 inches of glass.
My man loves him some jelly.
Thinking cap.
Who knew sharks could need glasses!
It's just a flesh wound, man.

For Valentine's Day, I was spoiled at the hands of Rey. If you couldn't tell, we're food enthusiasts and thankfully for me, not only am I living with an amazing woman who knows how to cook, my very handsome manfriend cooks as well. Looks like I'm not destined to be a supermodel after all. I mean, what supermodel gets the luxury of this kind of dinner? 
Sorry Victoria's Secret. I choose calories.
He made us a delicious dinner of steak, veggies, his own mashed potatoes (that compete heavily with my mom's ... who knew that there could even be a competition!), and Alfredo noodles. Oh, and bread. AND wine. Yeah, I was spoiled. He definitely knows the way to my heart.
Just a slice of heaven.
Oh, and did I mention that during the day he had Edible Arrangements send me send me a bouquet of this deliciousness?? 
Dark chocolate and strawberries. Yeah, he's a keeper.

 Saturday the 18th rolls around and we decided to celebrate three wonderful months together at an Italian restaurant suggested to us by our friend Sybrina. It's called Chicago Joe's, located in the Fremont area on 4th Street. It's basically a brick house that has been converted into a quaint restaurant, covered in random memorabilia, Christmas lights and a romantic atmosphere. It's so cheesy it's cute. The food was excellent and the prices weren't bad. I wasn't allowed to pay for the check despite the fact that our meal was supposed to be my gift to him, so I can't tell you what the actual damage was. What I can show you, though, is our lovely meal in all of its Italian glory. 
Penne and chicken in a spicy sauce.

Mussels and cheese bread, baby.

I went with the mussels and spaghetti dish because I am a big fan of eating something that will absolutely make one's breath insanely rank on a date. He went with the penne pasta and chicken in a spicy sauce so that I wouldn't pick off of his plate. He had a beer and I had my wine. Together, we enjoyed a lush dinner on our own sides of the table before hitting up a bar at the Aliante Station Casino. There, we had fun listening to a guitar player as he serenaded us while we drank beer and So-Cos and Coke all while snapping pictures of ourselves on our phones. I'm still wondering why they didn't card us ...
We are so special.
The love of my life.

And while the next photo would be considered horrible quality by anyone else's standards, I love it. I don't know why ... I just do :) Happy Valentine's Day and 3-month, Reynaldo. I love you so, so much. Here's to many more memories together.
Oh, the quality of Blackberry.

Staying hungry for love,
Rae.

A little orange in the tortilla.

Things got a little "cray cray" in the kitchen during our last Sunday Funday. Denise allowed me to use her camera to document that night's shindig, so naturally I put on my creative cap and started shooting random things at random angles - you know, in an attempt to be artsy. No, I am in no way expressing a desire to be a photographer; I just like to capture the little moments that make my life so rich, even if it's just using my dingy little Blackberry camera. 
Yeah. Cray.
  Thankfully for you, you won't have to endure any Blackberry camera quality in this particular post (I can't promise that for the next one, though). In the theme of "cray cray," Denise discovered a recipe that combined two very yummy types of food into one shell - one taco shell, that is. Yes, we had a little Mexican-Asian feast of Orange Chicken Tacos. No, we didn't decide to just throw the two together to mix things up. When opened our wallets, avoiding the dust and moths that shot out at us unpleasantly, and found a yummy recipe that matched our college student budget. If you haven't figured out the general theme of my food blog posts so far, it's that you can be poor and eat like a king at the same time! How cool is that? All that is required to accomplish this is the research, the right kind of friends and loads of cheap wine from one's local Albertson's ... which was absolutely fantastic, by the way. 
That's right, keep it comin', peasant.

Our dinner consisted of orange flavored chicken, which slow cooked itself on the stove in an easy recipe our master chef Denise tweaked just a tad, making the chicken even more flavorful. I'm not going to lie, when I think of orange chicken, my mind directly goes to the stuff sitting in the tubs at Panda Express. I was trying desperately to divert my feelings away from that route, even though I find Panda Express to be delicious - but in tacos? Really? How could that even work? Well, I'm clearly not a cook for a reason, and the chicken came out nothing even remotely like your typical orange chicken dish. It came out juicy and begging to be snuggled into its own flour tortilla, complete with tomato and avocado chunks as a security blanket. With a splash of lime and our sidekicks, Spanish rice and a red wine from Spain, our table was a delicious Mexi-asian feast of surprising deliciousness. One of the lessons I've been learning in this whole Sunday Funday experience is that tastes, regardless of their origins or how it seems virtually impossible that they should fit together, can be brought together in an artsy culinary way. I suppose it is like painting; a counter of different tastes is like a palate of different colors, all waiting anxiously to be blended together to create something fresh and new.
Panda ain't got nothin' on Denise.

A taco's best friends.
         
Oh, the love.
.
I'm sexy and I know it.
It would not be Sunday Funday without an all American, heart attack-in-a-pan type dessert. Thanks to The Help, we decided to indulge in a caramel cake again, although this time the general consensus was to change out the yellow cake to chocolate. While the cake was an excellent ending to the meal, yellow caramel cake definitely takes the ... cake. Yeah. Something like that

To add to the "cray cray" atmosphere and the fact that I was wielding an expensive camera around like I was the paparazzi at a royal wedding, we had to throw in some random nerdiness. Hope you enjoy the rest of the evening in pictures ...

Viva espana.
Tortilla strip goodness.
Our fancy new dinnerware ... because we're rich peasants with Target credit cards.
And for the main event ...
Orange chicken tacos ... take that Taco Bell!
Well, that about covers our last Sunday Funday. I'll leave you with the more random part of the evening, involving a dining room chair and Harry Potter. Yeah, we went there. Until next time ...
Cesar is so over it.
That's her cooking face.
Because nothing says sexy like HP, dirty dishes and a fork.

Staying hungry for life, 
Rae.

Okay, and these cray crays, too.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

food and the city.

While making food with friends is a fun and insightful way to spend a day like Sunday Funday, there is always the curious joy of stepping out into the unknown and enduring the sights and unique dining experiences of a city in which one is still quite new. Having only lived in Las Vegas since the end of August, I am still at glorified tourist status. I drive around only knowing how to get to certain places more so by sights rather than actual street names; I still have to ask if Vegas houses certain restaurant chains - and no, there are no Black Angus's or Chik-Fil-A's out here :[ - and the only way I know in which direction I'm headed is by using the Strip as a compass. So it is a bit intimidating when I want to try a new place to dine but really don't have any clue as to where a good place to go would be. It's also less congenial when one's palate has become accustom to equating fine dining with the French experience and one is definitely not in France (and yes, I often refer to France because of how much that vacation has influenced my life, so I apologize if the reference gets old ... but then again I don't as it has forced me to be a lot more brave and even pretentious in many ways that I will not get into at the present time).


Thankfully for me, I live with a woman with a passion for cooking and a knack for finding fresh places to eat; I also have a friend who has lived here for six years and knows of a few yummy local spots. The three of us combined share a passion for foreign foods and experiences. For those of you who crave something a little different in your own dining experiences, here are a few places we've enjoyed, complete with a delectable menu and the savory atmosphere highlighted with European shazam ;)


The first is from a place called Patisserie Manon, a French bakery on Charleston.
a latté, a tart, two élcairs, an espresso and a cup of black coffee.

Secondly, my dear friend Denise found this awesome Caribbean style restaurant called DW Bistro, located on Fort Apache, and of course we had to have a meal there. Thanks to Anthony Bourdain, we were inspired to have a plate of jerk chicken - or rather, she had the jerk chicken. 
Finger lickin' fun.

My plate went a little something like this:
Nicoise - tuna and the fixins. 

And you can't enjoy a Caribbean brunch without the following - mimosas and Merlot :) (*disclaimer: who wants to find me that wine glass? Because I'll give you my right kidney for it ...)
I guess you could include me to that list.

The third place was recommended to us by Cesar after we took a trip to Total Wine ... and left with three bottles of that liquid gold (or red). This place is called Leoné Café, and it is an Italian style joint located in Tivoli Village. The entire center is enclosed like its own little section of an Italian town, complete with cobblestone walkway and plenty of outdoor seating - perfect for relaxing with a cup of Joe, a pastry, light conversation and a bit of people watching.
Warning: sugar coma eminent. 


Rich environment.

Even the bathrooms reminded us of our peasantry. 

Even among the bright city lights and hustle and bustle of Las Vegas, it is possible to find those hidden gems where life slows down, the company is perfect and every bite is a reminder that even a place as barren as the desert can deliver a jackpot of culinary bliss. See you in the next post!


Staying hungry for life,
Rae.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

food, friends, and food - a beginning.

Hello, 2012 - I've been expecting you. 

Funny thing, really, as the beginning of this year has been different from anything I could have ever expected; it has been unique and full of adventures that have allowed me to build an excitement for things yet to come. I won't bore you with too many irrelevant details, but I've been a busy human being as of late. The first part of the adventure, and what I will hit upon solely for today's post, comes in the form of something very near and dear to my ... stomach. Yes. Food. Like any other sane human being, I very much adore food; but what I really adore is trying new types of foods. However, the absolute best thing about food (that I have come to recognize and treasure) is the experience of cooking and eating delicious new foods with friends.


So to begin this blog, I will introduce you to the little idea that started the tradition that I hope will carry on for the remainder of the year and the rest of my Vegas-living experience: Sunday Fundy. Or as we like to call it on BBM and Twitter, #SundayFunday.


Sunday Funday started out as a hang out between my best friend and roomie, Denise, and our friend Cesar. Cesar and I enjoy wine; Cesar and Denise enjoy cooking; and Cesar, Denise and I enjoy eating, so we arrived at the conclusion that hanging out together should consist of wine, laughter, Julia Child and a kitchen filled with delectably foreign smells to get our palates watering for something fresh. This enlightenment of culinary feats has also sparked the desire to find some relaxing hang-outs for different meal choices as well, especially with my personal want to find a place to sit down, people watch and enjoy something light - having been inspired by mine and Denise's summer escapades in France. Thankfully, we have been able to secure a few locations in our Las Vegas area that is far enough away from the lights and dazzle of the Strip to give us a vague re-connection with our time in France.


Okay, with all of that said, nothing is more stimulating than actually seeing what it is I'm talking about. Food lovers, travel enthusiasts and those who simply need an excuse to spend time doing something different, fun and generally economical with those you love, here are some highlights of our first three Sunday Fundays. There will be many more blogs to come about this topic and I anxiously await every week like a child anticipating Santa on Christmas Eve to know what kind of yummy shenanigans we will subject ourselves to.


Introducing: (with our sexiest cooking faces while preparing the cacio epepe and garlic and herb chicken)


     Denise, the Julia Child

Cesar, the wine-induced Cook

And your host, blogger and "professional eating and wine connoisseur": Me.


Here are some of the culinary feats thus created from our crazy, French-inspired way of "life":

Tarte Aux Pomme
Cacio epepe and cabernet sauvignon
Our other three best friends.
Denise takes a delicious stab at a caramel cake, inspired by the movie The Help.
What is our "French way of life"? This:
Pray no butts end up in the pan.

And this:
The burdens of being a penniless writer in Las Vegas.

This is the beginning of our Sunday Fundays. In the next post I will show you some of the yummy things we've consumed at some yummy new places, so stay tuned!

Staying hungry for life,
Rae.