The Linq

So, I’m not going to sit here and tell you I had the best meal ever or blow smoke up your ass to get you to eat somewhere ever. If I honestly have to remind you (aside from the obviously free website) I do this for free and my opinion doesn't really matter all that much because again, I'm not a foodie. You like how I shamelessly plug my blog name into my posts? You see what I did there? It's kind of like when you go see a movie and they use the name of that movie somewhere in the script and everyone is either A) Mind Blown or B) pissed off because they're probably cynical assholes with nothing to come home to. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, a post about food from a non foodie esque point of view coming to you hot fro my couch here in wonderful Las Vegas as I stream House of Cards through my PS3 and try not to let any typo's sneak through that simple spell check won't catch. Because, lets be honest I don't proof read, which is why I probably won't make it to the big time. "Tony! The food post! Get to it already!" Sorry that was my boss I don't have yelling at me to get off this tangent and give the people what they want. That is if they're even reading.

So Today was my Fiancé’s sister's birthday. We planned an outing. Mind you its 53 outside which in Las Vegas terms is the equivalent of approximately 29 degrees Fahrenheit on the east coat, taking into account there is no wind chill which brings on whole other shit storm of meteorology. So we went to The Linq. Really cool little area that was recent rejuvenated if you will just of the world famous Las Vegas Strip.

We went tubing. No, you read that right. Tubing. In the desert. In a parking lot. On a scaffolding structure that I’m am not willing to bet would pass any type of safety measure in the real world. Remember, there is no mafia presence in Las Vegas anymore....**clears his throat** It was actually really fun. All ten seconds of it at $5 a pop. It took me back to the good ole days in NY where we would barrel down hills face first with trees lining both sides of the trail (sometimes in the middle) praying we made it down alive. It amazes me that in a place where we claim to be in a drought that we have water recourses for this kind of thing but I'm not her to complain and remember, I'm not an environmentalist...See what I did there too?

After our two runs we worked up quite the appetite. We walked the brick laden path and her sister decided she wanted dim sum. Ding, ding, ding. It was called F.A.M.E., but don't ask me what it stands for because again, I'm not a teacher. I won't say it. To top it off this place was split with one of my all time favorite food trucks turned restaurant; FUKU Burger. I'm not swearing at you, I’m just letting you know the name. I liked the set up, you can order from either menu, or both as I did because again, I am a fat ass. I ordered the Buta Burger, which I was made aware that it's actually pronounced as " Buddha." For some reason they felt the need to not spell it that way. It's a miso-glazed burger with pickled ginger, miso glazed bacon, "crack sauce" and red onion. I HATE red onion. Just as the little drummer boy hates all people but I put up with it for this little beauty. I have to say, It's better not he food truck but all in all still awesome.

The F.A.M.E. part had all the Asian specialties and pho noodle dishes you could think of at strip pricing. The best part, all the dim sum and steamed dishes came out on a cart. Yes, a cart. Pushed by a little Asian woman that looked oddly similar to the tree woman in the Disney classic Pocahontas. We ordered the Dim Sum with pork and shrimp, pork Bao Buns, Short Rib (or what they claimed) and the kicker, Phil Dawson if you will, Chicken Feet. Everything was as expected, the pork bun was dry..? Couldn't figure that one out. The dim sum was pretty good, wasn't close to 13 folds but again, remember, I'm not a mathematician. I'll stop. I promise. The chicken feet, we're awesome. this is one of those bucket list foods I had to try. Another one of those odd cuts I can only imagine you have the boil the hell out of to make holy again. It was in a sweet chilli-esque sauce. The meat was soft and tender. The bones! Oh my god, the bones! There was so many of them. It was like eating a chicken wing with ligaments and tendons split in the middle, end and outside of the wing. So nothing like a chicken wing actually. I appreciated the chicken feet and would order it again because it was totally worth all the work put in.

If you're looking for a great dinning experience, you might want to look elsewhere. Our waiter was not all there. I swear we had to like snap our fingers in his face to wake him out of whatever daze he was in. I'm not here to rate that portion of it though. Food was good, if you want to try something different, sure go for it but you can get it better else where for cheaper.