Well-sated. For starters, I have to wax effusive about a delightful new eatery in Downtown Las Vegas’ Arts District — Esther’s Kitchen. My pal Marc Abelman had been raving about it, and tonight I finally took the plunge. I’m sorry I waited so long. Though I guess “so long” is a bit excessive of a statement, since they’ve only officially been open about 2 weeks. I’ll reserve my review for Yelp or some such, but here’s the gist:
- It has a swell atmosphere (warm and friendly, homey yet still hip … but without being that utterly irritating overly hipster that tries too hard).
- The staff is all super friendly and for a group that’s only been working together a short time, the service was solid.
- Perfectly appropriate ambient music — lively and fun without being deafening
- And the food … Let’s just say my pal jen consalvo and I consumed, well, probably close to our collective body weight. There was just too much on the menu that looked great … so we sampled a lot … and polished pretty much all of it off.
The whole experience started off impeccably. There was a parking spot directly in front of the front door. It was a tight squeeze — especially as the vehicle to the right of the space was parked about 3 feet from the curb with driver still behind wheel, busy on her phone. I looked it up and down and then artfully slipped in with parallel parking perfection. The fellow from the super groovy hair salon/barber shop next door had come outside, utterly convinced that I was going to bork the parking. When he realized that wasn’t the case, I was treated to several guys from the shop coming outside to offer their compliments.
Next after Jen and I sat down, the server came over and softly whispered that “the gentleman in the glasses over there” (he gestured with his head) wanted to buy our first round. Looking over I saw two of my clients from Hydrant Club. A few minutes later another friend came in and sat at a table a few over from mine. Looking around the restaurant it was quick to see that many folks at tables knew each other … and what was more fun was watching how complete strangers started conversations and engaged.
To me this speaks of a place as being far more than just about food. It’s about community.
Hearty BRAVO to Chef James Trees for a fantastic addition to the downtown Las Vegas culinary tapestry.
With that experience alone the Friday night would have been superlative. It wasn’t the food, however, that has left me feeling utterly saturated and stuffed. That credit goes to the remarkable Marianne Williamson.
Here’s where you will be amused dear reader … I’m a bit overwhelmed by everything I heard and just can’t process quickly enough to offer anything thoughtful on it right now …I need a bit of time to let it marinate. Suffice to say this — there are inspirational speakers who fire you up and then afterwards you think: “That was great, but how the fuck am I supposed to actually live up to any of that? Do any of that?”
Not so with tonight’s experience of Ms. Williamson. To the contrary … instead of fired up and ready to charge up a mountain, I feel grounded and directed to a path for focus. I’ll muse more on my notes and experience of tonight and get back to you with something more concrete … In the mean time, I’ve got to get some sleep. Way too much in my brain right now
The Twins: Continuing their paths to departure, I think towards my impending trip to Nashville and am reveling in every moment I have with them before the trip, convinced that they’ll be gone by the time I return. In the mean time, they’ve lost much of their velvety texture but none of the intensity of their hue.
Meanwhile their new little cousin struggles mightily to come of age. Not sure that will happen but I’m going to toss a little food and some extra water their way tomorrow and see if that helps.
And finally … the things for which I am grateful today in Gracious Gratitude are:
- Deeply engaged conversations, showing truth, being vulnerable and feeling safe
- Freshly baked (and still warm) sourdough bread with anchovy butter (THANK YOU #EsthersKitchen)
- That my brother taught me to drive
- That I’m really good at parallel parking
- Being in a room of people who are listening to someone speak — and not a single person was on their cell phone.
- Allowing myself to be present and listen
- Blustery wind rattling palm leaves
- Charcoal skies that smell like rain