|Entrance to Joel Rubuchon Las Vegas|
Five years ago today, my husband and I eloped in Las Vegas.
I used to dismiss the idea of eloping in Las Vegas with a wave of the hand and an indignant noise.
|He is edited out because he wants to be|
I found that that there were actually tasteful venues for this sort of thing.
Our ceremony was everything that it should be, prayerful, elegant and short.
Did I mention how I loved my gown?
|I wish I was still so thin|
Most Vegas brides looked like the wedding cake itself. Having been a young bride before, I fully understand but this was no time for such things in my world.
After the ceremony we had hours to kill before our dinner reservation.
We had Moet et Chandon and sushi as a time killer. Pickled ginger and Moet are divine together and continue as a tradition on our anniversary.
We strolled around casinos and then headed to Joel Rubuchon in the MGM Grand Hotel.
I couldn't help but feel like everything was rather fake and Disneyland like.
|The view from our corner booth|
I did not and still do not like the color purple and was put off by the ostentatious look of the restaurant.
I am no stranger to fine dining in large cities and around the world and did not expect to be surprised.
I must say that this was the finest meal I have ever had, purple notwithstanding.
Eight courses with extras, a smoking amuse d'bouche, little "huts" of foie gras, white truffle slices and golden potato that were our favorite, make this the bar to be met each time we dine at a fine establishment.
No one has come close.
I am off to Restaurant Eve's tasting room in Alexandria tonight. Fingers crossed.