Four years ago, my opinion of Las Vegas was a city of casinos, showgirls, topless caberets, and, well, where "anything goes." After five trips to this desert oasis, I have found that 'Vegas is all that but so much more. Broadway musicals, variety shows, five star restaurants, and world class shopping are just some of the newer attractions on the 'Vegas strip. Some of my most memorable shows have been here. Blue Man Group, Le Reve, and, on this trip, Mamma Mia! This is not to say that there isn't much to see or do off that famous piece of real estate. After all, the majority of the population of Las Vegas does not live on the strip, although they might have jobs there. Once you get off the strip, you see a side of 'Vegas that is rarely seen, except for the morbid and soemtimes exaggerated glimpses on CSI.
Which brings me back to where my story began. Approximately twenty five miles west off the main strip is the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area, a small but no less beautiful canyon with almost eleven trails that can accommodate any fitness level. Each trail is different and takes you along unique rock formations and rewards your endurance with beautiful vistas. If hiking through the dessert in hundred degree heat is not your cup of tea, then do not despair. The thirteen mile loop through the park offers a scenic drive with many opportunities to pull off the road and take pictures or just sit and take in the expansive, unadulterated views. If you opt to do one of the trails, however, I would suggest doing so during the early morning or late afternoon/evening hours, when temperatures are much cooler, which is not to say that it would not be hot.
Back on the strip, there is always something new to explore, see or do. This time, it was the Palazzo. A gorgeous hotel casino in the style of a stately venetian castle, which is not surprising since it is connected to the Venetian Hotel and Casino and owned by the same parent company. The Palazzo offers the type of shopping that has become synonymous with the city: Cartier, Barney's, etc. Not to mention its plethora of restaurants. Carnevino, Dal Toro, Solara, just to name a few. As enticing as these were, we had dinner reservations to honor at another restaurant.
Inside the Palazzo
It was our on our third trip here when we stumbled upon the best Korean barbecue I have ever had. Directly opposite the Hard Rock Hotel on Paradise Avenue is San Toki Korean Restaurant. From the outside, it doesn't look like much. In fact, had it not been for our ( and I say this with much bravado) adventurous spirit, we never would have ventured inside. The interior is a startling contrast to the outside: modern, colorful and welcoming. Interestingly, on both visits, there were hardly any customers; we were the only ones that first time. Needless to say, this was good news for us: quick and personalized service with the assumption that our meal would be paid greater attention to. The waiter quickly took our order and began brining out plate after plate of meats, vegetables, sides dishes, soups and salads. For anyone who has never had a Korean barbecue before, the format is such that your table is fitted with an electric grill so that you can cook thinly sliced pieces of meat and vegetables table side. Depending on the restaurant, sometimes the waiter monitors the grilling or you do so yourself. Either way, once the meat is cooked (this usually takes about five minutes) the feasting begins.
Waiter preparing Korean barbeque
There was one more thing I discovered here: frozen yogurt. Not the type that looks and tastes like soft serve ice cream and is infused with hydrogenated oil. This was literally frozen yogurt. If there has ever been a chain restaurant after my own heart, the Red Mango was it. Here, you can get yogurt that has been prepared to look like ice cream, with a similar texture, and without an immense fat content but will all the goodness of milk. I almost didn't believe it. This changes everything. Dessert that is good for you? Was it even possible? It is, in Nevada (as well as in California, Illinois, New Jersey, New York, Oregon, Utah and Washington.)
As our vacation ended, I reflected on an incident that night at Red Mango. Just outside of the store, a man, possibly in his fifties, stood with a bucket, a dirty piece of cloth and some sort of scrubbing instrument. Let's call him Jim. It was evident by his clothing that he might have been homeless or, at the least, going through a though time financially. He stood, offering to wash the windscreen of any car that pulled into the parking lot, for a couple dollars of course. One by one, his offers we declined. Then a young man approached him. They talked for a few minutes, entered the store and approached the counter where the young man bought Jim some yogurt. A kind gesture; this might have been dinner for Jim or all he had eaten for the day. However, it didn't stop there. The young man was joined by three friends; they clearly had planned to meet but instead of moving on with their own plans, they sat down with Jim and the five of them talked like old friends. Then it struck me: For all its glitz and glamor, its sultry attractions, and its notorious behavior, the core of Las Vegas is much like any other city in the US: a home for many and a place where people of all walks of life are embraced. Maybe the saying "anything goes" was coined to reflect the side of the city that judges no one but embraces, and is accepting of, individuality. If so, this is just another reason to consider a trip to Las Vegas.