Atomic Testing Museum

August 11th, 2010

The Atomic Testing Museum in Las Vegas gets a BOOMING round of applause from my family!   Last Saturday was their “Family Fun Day”, so we jumped in the car to check out the “Journey Through Japan” events and take our first peek at the museum.  When I first moved to Viva Las Vegas I noticed that the Atomic Testing Museum was on every list of “Must See” things to do in the city and wondered what on earth (pun intended) it could possibly have inside.  The answer: a lot of very cool stuff and an incredible staff!

My kids and I enjoyed all of the Japanese entertainment that was provided for the Family Fun Day, but it was the museum itself that truly captured our attention.  You can see some really great pictures on their web site that show some of the displays and even videos that are featured inside the museum, but this is one of the few times when a picture is not worth a thousand words.  We had the most amazing tour guide take us through the museum and explain so much that our heads were exploding (yep, another intended pun).

Matthew Bentley (shown in the pictures) is a grad student at Stanford University who used to work at the museum, but was just swinging by for the day and volunteered to show us around.  As if that alone weren’t generous and impressive enough, he spent almost two hours with us, teaching us little known facts about nuclear history in the world and really bringing the museum artifacts to life.  At such a young age, Matthew is a nuclear policy expert who will be a huge asset to politicians who might be toying with the idea of pushing that little red button.  (I don’t know…is it red?)  We were very lucky to have him as our tour guide, and we’re even more lucky to have someone like him on our side.

The museum features fascinating exhibits, interactive displays, videos, memorabilia, and now can even boast a beam from the Twin Towers after September 11th and a piece of the Berlin wall!   All of the displays are very tastefully done and with proper perspective, leading to the goal of using nuclear energy for the good of mankind, rather than for its destruction.

You can go to www.archives.org to watch the first Disney movie reel “A is for Atom” which was created to teach young Americans about this powerful energy.  In addition to that movie clip and many others, the museum also has a multi-sensory theater where you can see and feel the shock waves of a nuclear blast.  My ten year old son thought that was the coolest thing ever.  Well, that and the atomic candy he ate after the tour in the gift shop.  This museum does the Smithsonian name proud.  You’ll be impressed.

The Atomic Testing Museum is open to the public:
• Monday-Saturday from 10:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m.
• Sunday from 12:00 p.m. – 5:00 p.m.
Closed Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day and New Year’s Day.

55 E. Flamingo Rd.
Las Vegas, NV 89119
Telephone: (702) 794-5161
Museum Store: (702) 794-5150

http://www.atomictestingmuseum.org

General Tour Reservations

  • Guided tours are offered Tuesday through Saturday
  • All pre-arranged tour reservations must be made at least
    3 weeks in advance
  • All pre-arranged guided tours must have a minimum of 10 people
  • The maximum size for a guided docent tour is 40 people
  • Guided tours of the museum take an average of 45 min-1 hour
  • A confirmation e-mail will be sent at least 1 week before
    the tour date
  • Payment may be taken the day of the tour

Guided Tour Prices

Adults (18-65): $8.00
Students (College): $5.00
Seniors (65+): $5.00
Group Tours are available Tuesday through Saturday

SkyJump

July 26th, 2010

Let’s change it up a little. Let’s do something outside of my normal nightlife venue reviews. Let’s experience something in the Guinness World Book of Records. Let’s go extreme. Let’s jump off a building. Let’s jump off the tallest building in Vegas. Let’s go to the SkyJump at the Stratosphere.

I’ve been in touch with the wonderful public relations folks at the SkyJump for a while. We were able to get everything settled and a jump time was scheduled. I had three days notice. Was I really going to jump off the 108th floor of the Stratosphere? What actions in my life lead me to this point? When did jumping off a perfectly good building attached to a zip line seem like a fun idea? Yes, who cares, Sunday.

I was fortunate and had a friend who was interested in doing this. Jumping off a building just seems like a better idea with a friend. The days leading up to the jump were filled with constant phone calls and texts psyching each other and confirming the other was going to go through with it. As the days eventually turned into hours, we were ready, but I think both of us realized that fear and the sudden onset of insanity was starting to settle in.

We start the drive to the Stratosphere. The Stratosphere has been the high point of the Las Vegas skyline for such a long time, however, I never really gave it much thought. Now I realized how damn tall it was. Seeing it everyday just made it a part of the environment. I’m at Starbucks now, and I can see it. It’s just a fixed icon of Las Vegas. It’s amazing how much something changes when I’m prepping myself to jump off of it.

We arrive, we park, we gasp. I’m bending backwards to see the top of the Stratosphere. I spot the jump site, it’s tiny, it’s 108 floors up. We enter the casino and walk towards the SkyJump store. Immediately we’re greeted by the staff and they are extremely friendly. They are all smiling and having a good time. Not the typical ‘put on a smile because work requires it’ but rather ‘I’m happy to be here smile.’ This is a good sign. I speak to one of the guys and tell him I am waiting to meet someone there. He responds with “oh, I’ll go call her and see where she is.” I tell him it’s not necessary because we’re early. We wander around the store and look at the video display of the current jumper and all the merchandise in the store. It’s a small area, but the point is clear: you are at the SkyJump. You will either jump or chicken out. Given my scheduling the second wasn’t really available either.

We sign in. My contact at SkyJump has already arranged everything for us. Very well executed, we are pleased. We have a few minutes before our appointment. By the way, the SkyJump takes appointments as well as walk-ins. We decide to go outside to the SkyJump observation deck, not to be confused with the Stratosphere’s observation deck 100+ stories higher. We witness our first live jump; we had already witnessed the videos during our research of the SkyJump. Seems different when you can the look of excitement isn’t pixelated.

I hear the dreaded words, ‘Stan Nam, Caleb Parker’. It was go time. We enter and it’s time to man/suit up. This process takes a few minutes, but given that this is what is to prevent catastrophe, we didn’t mind. You first put on the blue Flash Gordon-esk suit. Then they attach the harness- I suddenly find a new appreciation for anyone that ever has to endure a corset. Check this, check that, tighten here, loosen there, compare everywhere, wow, a lot of inspections to ensure a proper fit, whether you like it or not. After you are strapped together, you get another inspection from someone else. They give the go ahead, confirm your weight and then call in the escorts.

We are literally escorted by two rather well built men, albeit friendly as can be but still somewhat intimidating in stature, up to the Stratosphere’s observation deck. 108th floor. We head towards the south side of the observation deck and see the SkyJump platform. We are greeted by the Jump Masters. For whatever reason, they remind me of happy marines, perhaps it was all the gear they had on. They do another round of checks and then it is time. They strap on the rig and lead you out the doors. I had a moment of awe as I was taking in the view. It suddenly turned into fear as I realized I was 108 floors up and the only thing preventing a Stancake was the rig.

The Jump Master leads you to the edge. He does a few more checks. He counts down. I freeze. I can’t jump. It’s a perfectly fine building and the view was phenomenal. Why would I want to jump, crap… I leaned too far. I’m now falling off the Stratosphere. So much for my poetic swan dive off the Stratosphere. I feel more like Humpdee Dumpdee and just hope the kings men will not have to put me back together again.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, oh look my house eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

It was a blast. The fall was not nearly as terrifying as I had initially expected. Aside from skydiving onto LVBLVD, I may venture to say this was the best view, ever. This was one experience I could not compare to anything else. It’s a great opportunity and I cannot give this any more of a recommendation. It was truly different, exciting, thrilling, and all around an amazing time. It was not as petrifying as I believed it would and I did enjoy it.

Anyone who ever thought about doing this and had any doubts needs to just get over it and jump, or in my case ungraciously plummet. Unless you have a absolute fear of heights, do it. Jump. Live. Scream. Enjoy the view.

Have fun, be safe, Life is good.

Stanley Nam
stan@sdnphoto.com

Rat Pack is Back

July 20th, 2010

Last Friday I went on a double date with my husband and parents to see “The Rat Pack is Back” at the Plaza Hotel on Main Street.  That show will take you back in time and return you with a smile on your face.  The audience would have given it a “two thumbs up” rating, but their hands were too busy clapping.  Dean Martin would have given it two thumbs up, but his hands were full of cigarettes and booze.  Ok, so I’ll give it two thumbs up!

When you first arrive at the showroom you’re greeted by Marilyn Monroe for a quick photo snapshot and by a lovely Maitre ‘D in a tuxedo.  Nice start, eh?  Once inside the showroom you feel like you’re back in Old Vegas.  Of course, the music and the stars were all a bit before my time, but it looked and felt like I’ve seen it in the movies!

Dinner is served by hard-working staff and there is plenty of it…and them.  It’s one of the few dinner/show combinations in town these days. I was especially impressed with the perfectly-cooked veggies.  That’s hard to do when you’re serving 200 people at the same time.  Entree choices include steak, chicken or pasta primavera…something for everyone.  Cheesecake to top it all off.  Mmmmm…

My only complaint during dinner was that if you put your fork down or showed the slightest hesitation, the waiters would swoop in and wisk away your plate or bread basket.  I understand they have a schedule to keep and they just wanted to make sure all the dinner mess was gone before the show started.  I’m just saying…be forewarned.

The show begins with an old janitor, sweeping the stage as he reminisces about the good ole days.  The curtain lifts and the magic begins.  The air is smokey and a bit dark, shadowing the actors’ faces, so you can truly appreciate how much they sound like the “real” Rat Pack.  Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin were spot on.  Absolutely terrific.  They looked and sounded like the real deal.  Joey Bishop and Sammy Davis Jr. didn’t quite have the look and sound of their original counterparts, but they did a great job.

The show was full of great music, fun gags, lots of humor and a surprise bit by Marilyn Monroe who not only got the audience howling with laughter, but got herself giggling almost beyond control.  I love it when actors have a good time too.

I suppose another word of warning would be that some of the humor during the show was a bit dirty, but no one ever said the Rat Pack was politically correct.  There were a few anti-semitic jokes to poke fun at Joey Bishop, but the audience seemed to accept it all in good fun and didn’t take the time to get offended.  Life’s too short, right?

The Plaza Hotel is a bit old and worn, but right at the tip of Fremont Street, which really comes to life at night.  “Sandy Packett’s Rat Pack” is another show on the Strip, but I haven’t seen that one yet.  As far as this one goes, I highly recommend it.  And be sure to take your parents.  They’ll be singing along with Old Blue Eyes and love the trip down memory lane.

Trina Boice
www.boicebox.com
trinaboice@gmail.com

Trina Boice Trina Boice

July 20th, 2010

Trina Boice grew up in California and recently moved to Las Vegas, Baby!  She is the author of 8 best-selling books and has another one coming out this fall.   In 2004 she was honored as the California Young Mother of the Year, an award which completely amuses her 4 sons.  She earned two Bachelor’s degrees from BYU where she competed on the Speech and Debate team and the Ballroom Dance Team, winning national titles for both teams. She was President of the National Honor Society Phi Eta Sigma and served as ASBYU Secretary of Student Community Services.

Trina also studied at the University of Salamanca in Spain and later returned there to serve an LDS mission in Madrid for 1 ½ years.  She has a Real Estate license, Travel Agent license, 2 Master’s degrees, and a Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do, although she’s the first one to admit she’d pass out from fright if she were ever really attacked by a bad guy.

She worked as a Legislative Assistant for a Congressman in Washington D.C., and was given the “Points of Light” Award and Presidential Volunteer Service Award for her domestic and international community service. She wrote a column called “The Boice Box” for a newspaper in Georgia, where she lived for 15 years.  She taught Spanish at a private high school and ran an appraisal business with her husband for 20 years.  She currently writes for Roots Television and Go2.com and is the National Director of Marketing for Multi-Pure Corporation.

Trina was selected by KPBS in San Diego to be a political correspondent during the last election year.  If she told you what she really did she’d have to kill you.

Ozzie’s

July 7th, 2010

I’ll be damned, the lovable Cheers we know from TV was apparently reincarnated as Ozzie’s. After a debunked night, which may or may not be another article, a couple friends and I went to Ozzie’s to grab a few drinks. It seemed like any other dive bar scattered throughout Vegas. But

What separates this place from the rest was their amazing service. I had the pleasure of meeting Tony, the neighborhood bartender who seemed to know his crowd. Also had a chance to meet Tony’s brother Mike who hung out afterwards. Mike is also a bartender there. Apparently they changed shifts right when we got there. It’s completely a local service industry after hours hangout. This place is where Vegas goes to unwind. We met a few people there, friends of an acquaintance, all in the service industry.

As we hung out with Tony, I was somewhat amazed by his knack for reading the guests, specifically my two friends and myself. He was able to gauge profession and age just listening to us banter on and off. The rest of the patrons he referred to on a first name basis and asked about their lives, not just their recent activities. He was genuinely interested in his patrons, whom based on my observation were friends more than patrons.

As I’m writing this, I realize something. The venue is just that, a venue. It really is the people of the venue that can make or break it. I have very little to say about this venue because it really is just a non-descript dive bar. Tee-shots, darts, gaming machines, jukebox, etc. No different from any other dive bar and yet, I love this place. Well, maybe secretly i just love Tony, but between his wife and our heterosexualities, it just wouldn’t work. Sadly.

I realize that the majority of my audience may be visitors, but I felt a place like this deserved a spot light. When all is said and done and the visitors have come and gone, this is Vegas. This is our home, just like yours, and everyone can always appreciate a good drink, with a good crowd. Where a bartender knows more than just your name? This is what we appreciate. This is what Ozzie’s does well.

On a side note, I admit my nights festivities prior to arriving at Ozzie’s may have been a little out of control. During my night, I seemed to have lost my glasses. I googled Ozzie’s, gave them a quick ring, and was greeted by Mike. I explained I lost my glasses and he immediately knew exactly who was calling him. A guy I spoke to for maybe 20 minutes remembered me. No luck on the glasses, but it was great to be remembered.

Have fun, be safe, Life is good.

Stanley Nam
stan@sdnphoto.com

Ozzie’s
5020 Spring Mountain Road
Las Vegas‎ NV

Encore Beach Club

July 7th, 2010

It’s hot today. Sky is completely clear of clouds and the sun is shining its best. I suppose I should go do something outdoorsy. But, let’s keep the Vegas mentality in form. Let’s go to a beach club, Encore Beach Club specifically. My day (ugh, day? Really? Yes) started at 3pm. Just in time to miss nothing.

I’ve been weary of this newer idea of the outdoor beach club esk environment. Mainly because I’ve lived here my whole life and know it’s just hot outside. However, I think Encore Beach Club is something worth while. It is Fourth of July weekend and fight day to boot, so the crowd may have been inflated, but there is always something good about a plethora of beautiful people enjoying themselves here. A decent amount of shade and misters keep the environment bearable, but the sun isn’t what keeps up the temperature, it’s the people. I’ve never seen so many hot, scantify clad people in my life. Aluminum cans, plastic glasses, champagne glasses, everything is flowing here. All the makings for a fantastic day in the sun.

I, again, using my nonexistent military training scoped the place out. The entrance was also the main exit, there were other exits but the sun distracted me enough not to venture too far in.
The layout is similar to a stadium. Main stage is the pool, surrounded by bungalos/cabanas, and seating. You are the main show and the audience. An interactive scene of everything beautiful  putting on the ‘I love Vegas’ show. It’s 109* outside and everyone seems to be happy here. I’m personally hiding inside a nook trying to write and hoping my iPad doesn’t randomly burst into flames. The Dj has the crowd dancing up a storm- playing a mix of jungle, house, trance, and rap; original mixes, or at least mixes I have not heard to date.

Truthfully, the crowd looks likes a bunch of young kids on their favorite December holiday morning(s). Smiles everywhere. Disneyland for adults is the first thought that comes to mind. Hot, sweaty, adulterous Disneyland. I don’t care that I’ve mentioned this before, this crowd is hot. Trouble focusing on my job hot. The crowd is amazing but so is the staff. The staff may be hotter, maybe because I know they are locals. Wynn/Encore did an amazing job staffing this place. The staff themselves may be worth the visit to the Beach Club. I do think the crowd here may be focused more towards the single serving friend variety, but sometimes that’s all you need.

I didn’t know what to expect. I was pleased with what they had to offer. If you’re visiting and in the area it is worth looking into. We’ll see how it compares as the reviews of the other day pool clubs come in.

Have fun, be safe, Life is Good.
Stanley Nam
stan@sdnphoto.com

Pure

June 28th, 2010

It’s Saturday night. The weather is beautiful, an unusually cool summer night in Vegas. You desire some libation, new people, dancing, and fun. It’s off to one of the hottest spots in Vegas, it’s time for Pure Nightclub at Caesars. It has been a part of the night-life scene for a while, and it’s still going strong. Here’s why.

Friendly staff, good drinks, good music, and a party that does not stop. Pure is two story, of course with outdoor balcony with a view up and down the strip, establishment with everything you could desire from a club. Be it uber VIP, local, or Joe from rural Midwest, you’re going to have fun. Well, so long as you define fun as a lot of people having a blast, drinking and dancing their night away. Pure encompasses all that is Vegas in one, well packaged, Mecca of a nightclub.

My night started late, 1AM, however, in regards to the Vegas scene, I was on right on time. The line was still wrapped around and people were getting anxious looking forward to the experience they were about to enter. After a few name drops and a strategic use of single serving friends I was in.

First things first, it was time to assess the situation. People everywhere, dancing, smiling, the flash of cameras: it was sensory overload and it felt good. The place was fantastic, you could just feel the positive vibe/energy, call it whatever you may, and you knew it was going to be a good night. I’m not going to lie, it was crowded, but in terms of a good nightclub, this is a very positive thing.

As I walked through the crowd to get a feel of the environment, thinking about all of my non-existent military training, I did a mental layout of the place. It is a large place, but it is not that difficult to maneuver. The entrance/exit is centered and runs straight through the club. From there you can go left, right, straight, or up- all directions lead to fun. Left, right, and up take you to small more secluded areas, straight takes you to the massive dance floor. The stairs take you up to the outdoor balcony. The upstairs is roped off with private tables and cabanas but there is a path that runs through it and leads to another bar. There is hope at the end of the tunnel.

The crowd ran the full gambit. As I walked around, I could overhear languages I could identify, slangs I understood, and auditory fickle flatter I couldn’t recognize as being human. There didn’t seem to be a cookie cutter description of the crowd. Tall short, large small, black white purple green whatever, hot not, dancing standing, sober, inebriated: every derivative of human being was present with one commonality- smiling. Everyone was smiling, all of them. It seemed it was almost being directed by the night-life deities. ‘I commend thee for being at Pure, I command thee to enjoy.’

It was a good time, even for a native who has been around the block. If a nightclub is what you’re looking for, I would definitely put Pure on the hot list of spots to see. It will exceed your expectations and provide you with a night you won’t soon forget.

Have fun, be safe, Life is Good.

Stanley Nam
stan@sdnphoto.com

Matsuri

June 2nd, 2010

With a town that relies heavily on expensive entertainment shows with high production values, it‘s easy to get confused about what to go see. Do I go to this show about twin brothers? A performance of an aquatic nature? A show about three blue men doing zany tricks? It’s too confusing to pick, isn’t it?

Au contraire, mon frère. I’m here to tell you otherwise. Down the road from The Mirage’s Love and MGM’s KA is a small showroom at the Imperial Palace. Inside that showroom plays one hell of a show; Matsuri. Japanese for “celebration”, Matsuri communicates this word from start to end, with a mixture of fun dance, choreography and most important, power.

While the show itself doesn’t have much of a cohesive story (there is a bit of a story involving a masked magician, his assistant dressed like a dove and a geisha), that’s not a problem in the slightest. Most of the show revolves around the high-octane talent of the performers and their abilities to defy any sense of gravity and normality. The acrobatics, the comedy and the dancing helps to get everyone in the theater into the mood of the show. While the theater itself is incredibly small (it holds maybe 200 people), the show allows its performers to use the WHOLE theater for their performances. They jump off the stage and dance into the aisle ways to try to get the audience to participate (and in some
cases, bring them up on the stage and use them in some of the acts. At my performance, the volunteers from the audience were young children. Believe me, this is a very family friendly show).

The Japanese elements in this show are a little bit all over the place, but that’s not too concerning either. They can go straight from a short little magic trick with an audience member to a huge production involving dragons and samurai warriors at the snap of a finger, although it’s understandable why; they need a minute or two to change costumes and the set. The good thing is that they change costumes and acts so quickly that they won’t allow you to get bored in that quick minute.

One thing I noticed and was especially happy about was the fact all the performers were ALWAYS smiling. Since the audience was sitting so close to the stage, they put on their game faces and then some. I couldn’t help but smile along with them. The main geisha of the show, I couldn’t help but notice, seemed to gaze upon everyone in the theater to greet them in the opening act. I thought that had to take a lot of talent, to look at everyone in the time limit she had. I guess I like this little fact because it makes them seem like they really enjoy what they do for a living, and that they love to perform for an audience.

From the geisha, to the muscular and powerfully built male acrobats, to the delicate but intense female performers, for $49.99 ($59.99 VIP tickets), the show is a great value; Only a ½ or 1/3 the price of other Las Vegas shows on the
strip, this is probably one of the best deals in Las Vegas right now. I would suggest this to any tourist or even any local; sometimes we just want to get away and have a night out, you know? I only wish I could talk more about the show, but that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it? You just have to see for yourself the wonder that is Matsuri. To order tickets online, go to:
http://www.imperialpalace.com/EventsDetail.do?locationCode=ILV&detailName=matsuri-detail&eventTitle=Matsuri
Or call: (888) 777 – 7664

Ashley Witter
(wittera2@unlv.nevada.edu)

>> Matsuri Event Info

Alternative Eating Expo (5/22/10)

May 25th, 2010

Growing up with a vegetarian father whose idea of a vegetarian meal is a can of beans or a boring plate of spaghetti, I figured, for his sake, there has to be other alternatives out in the world. The Alternative Eating Expo on May 22, 2010 lead me to look for more options.

I arrived and was somewhat surprised; the expo itself was housed in an incredibly small room, but it packed a serious punch. Vendors from all around Las Vegas came to present either their delicious food and beverages or to present an idea of healthy living. I tried to approach every single booth and sneak a conversation in where I could, which was genuinely hard, considering the place was swarming with people and only continued to grow as time went on.

Approaching a booth called Beachbody (http://www.beachbody.com/), I watched a husband and wife team give out samples of what looked to be a smoothie to a few people, including a small child. I watched the child (as children are the first to let their opinion to be known), and while at first he was skeptic, he drank it and was pleasantly surprised at the taste of it. As he was walking away, trying to lick everything he could out of his cup, it was my turn to try it. The man that was holding the samples explained that they were meal replacement shakes, meant to help people lose weight with its high-protein, low-calorie blend. I tried both flavors that the husband had himself concocted (a chocolate and peanut butter mix and a green berry flavor) and I must admit, they both tasted just like a dessert smoothie. If you’ve ever tried Slim-Fast or other diet shakes, you’re aware of their aftertaste; these shakes didn’t have that in the slightest. If dieting is that delicious, I wouldn’t hesitate recommending these shakes.

Next to Beachbody was a booth for Kangen water (http://www.kangenwaterusa.com/), a water filtration system that adds minerals and nutrients and eliminates impure acids in the human body. Compared to other bottled waters like Aquafina and Dasani, Kangen water helps maintain the body’s pH levels twice as much and filters out all the corrosive substances that are usually found in water, making it anti-oxidant. I drank a sample, and I guess there’s no other way to describe it: it tasted “clean”. I never would have thought there was much of an aftertaste of regular bottled drinking water, but I was proven wrong.

Besides the booths that addressed ideas for healthier living, there were booths that were advertising their restaurants or their catering services, some even having free samples of their food. One I really enjoyed was a spicy vegetable rice dish from a local Indian restaurant, OriginIndia (http://www.originindiarestaurant.com), a family style Indian restaurant where about half the menu is vegetarian and the price is definitely right. Another great restaurant find was Big Daddy’s (On Western Ave., one block south of Sahara), which caters to the natural, organic and vegetarian crowds. Their menu consists of every salad you could ever imagine and tons of vegetable entrées. Just looking at the menu makes your mouth water. If raw food is more your diet, Go Raw Café (http://www.gorawcafe.com) caters to a more natural palette, using only organic produce, nuts, grains and oils.

While I was glad to see there was a big turnout for this event, I must critique the choice of venue; the room we were in was too small and cramped. I wasn’t the only one who thought so, since plenty of people were walking around declaring the same thing. People had to leave the room to go eat in the front lobby, or hope for the best and eat standing up in the showroom, praying that nobody bumped into them. I would hope for future expos that they move to a larger venue, so more restaurants and companies can come out and show Las Vegas what they’re all about, since I’m hungering for more.

Tastefully yours,

Ashley Witter
(wittera2@unlv.nevada.edu)

Alternative Eating Expo