The walk from the Cosmopolitan to the Venetian was brisk and refreshing. The weather has been unusually cold all week, around 50F for the trek. Then it was brunch at the Bouchon, Thomas Keller's French bistro. The Croque Madam was fantastic, though there were way too many pomme frites for one man to consume.
After that, our intrepid foursome braved the Grand Canal Shoppes. Bauman Rare Books was unbelievable,both in terms of their inventory and the prices of same. Still, it was great fun to browse; Dominae was quite taken with the limited first edition Moby Dick.
After a short break back at the hotel, Eric and I set out to Whisky Attic to partake of their considerable storehouse of booze and learn a thing or two about whiskies. It was educational ,fun,and perhaps a wee bit intoxicating. Particularly revelatory was the method of tasting and ensuring the palate was engaged with the spirit.
Another short rest and dinner was upon us. This was to be the centerpiece of the culinary aspect of this vacation, and it did not disappoint.
