Art, Fashion, Globalism, Strippers, Politics: We are all Connected.


How would you put art, fashion, globalism, strippers and politics all into one sentence?  I just did.  You’d be surprised how many strippers know anything about these subjects.  I’m that pink deer, that rare diamond that could school you while you drink your $1800 bottle of wine and enjoy a $500 lap dance… you might get a topless straddle and a politics lecture instead. LOL!  Hey, I got great boobs.

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I’m an art major and I studied fashion design, merchandising/marketing AND media and journalism at the International Academy of Design and Technology for 2 years, and Academy of Arts University San Francisco for 4 years.  In one of my classes: Art History, We often discussed the interconnectivity of the influence of religion and politics on art beginning with ancient Egypt and transitioning through Greek, Roman Empire, Byzantine, Constantinople, Midevil and Renaissance times.  It’s interesting how many modern designs are influenced from ancient history.  History gives fashion depth.  It gives it intelligence and a voice.  Intelligent art is identified only by the intelligent and a small group identifies with the subtle brilliance in pieces where others may miss it.

Fashion is an ever changing world.  The 5 major fashion cities use to be New York, London, Paris, Milan and Tokyo.  Today China and India are emerging as fashion capitals and the United States has lost our industry, despite the famous New York Fashion Week.  Our textile industries and manufacturing have been outsourced by cheaper laborers like China.  However, the quality of technology in our products, faster turn around, honest service protecting us from stealing patents and keeping American money pumping into our economy are the upsides of keeping your fashion business in America.  At the end of the day we pay a premium for those luxuries that don’t always price position our end product in a competitive market.  The smart business men are outsourcing to China, however, they are often criticized by people who do not support global markets or products made in China.

Look at companies like Banana Republic. $100 average price for a garment or dress.  Banana Republic a part of GAP has had many controversial raids in India and other Asian countries getting busted for child labor and employee deaths.  A parallel in comparison  company to Banana Republic… Zara.  Average price for a garment is $50.  Zara is a Spanish co. and with self owned warehouses in Europe including countries like , Portugal, Turkey and Morocco, they keep costs down by having a zero advertisement policy and outsourcing some of their shirts to Asian countries like China, Indonesia and Vietnam.  Another company equal to Zara and Banana Republic would be Armani Xchange.  The average jacket or dress could be $100-$150 and is of similar quality.  They are manufactured in China, Hong Kong, Macau and Peru; however, some pieces are made in the US or in Italy, thus high prices on some garments  like blazers and cocktail dresses with finer detail and cheaper prices on simple garments like t shirts and tank tops.

American Apparel is an American company which demonstrates a low volume operation, however it has still been under the radar for unethical work environments, abusing illegal latino immigrants in California.  The more I searched online to find a popular American company that manufactures in the US, the more I realized there aren’t any names. I  was unable to find anything in the mainstream. There are a lot of small clothing brands that are high in quality and made in small production, however the companies are small, profit margins are low, and costs are high.  It is a fashionable thing to buy “Made in America” just like it is to buy “Made in France” or “Made in Italy.” What happens in the fashion world is a reflection of what is happening in the world with globalism, politics and all business.  It doesn’t matter if you’re making Victoria Secret panties in China or bottle caps for Coca Cola.  The business practices are the same across the board.  Cheap labor, tariffs and import/export taxes.

I learned a lot about business and parallel industries dancing in Vegas for a decade.  Every year I meet people in town for the bi-annual fashion “Magic” show.  I attend the AVN adult awards and Nascar and get to meet all the adult porn stars. That is always fun and brings out an eclectic variety of personalities.  I meet a lot of wealthy doctors and pharmaceutical reps during pharm conventions.  More intellectual classy types taking their ladies out for some debauchery.  The jewelers come every year to the jewelers convention.  Lots of middle eastern, Jewish and Lebanese friend’s I’ve made.  Middle Eastern guys are horny.  More than the rest.  I especially love the World of Concrete.  Bearded contractors are always generous, and extra cuddly, but kind.  They don’t talk to you like a piece of trash they just bought, like some customers. They can be kind and treat you like a human being.  (:  They’re generally the nicest guys.  Even the cunts that show up during electronics conventions esp. the tight wallet Chinese guys that shoo you away like a pigeon and the cheap asses after a UFC fight all drunk trying to get free attention without spending a dollar on a single girl; all these surroundings offer me perspective into different markets.  Sometimes a big fight like Holly Holm and Rousey enticed me to come to work and I’d kill $1500 between 5 pm and 10 pm because the turn up was so good and there were no girls smart enough to show up to work.

What interest does a stripper have in politics?  Plenty.  If you’re a ghetto girl, then you gotta hustle hard to get volume in customers.  If you’re resourceful, intelligent and beautiful, you work smart, not hard.   You are able to pull those high end clients that go for a VIP or throw you a couple grand to miss work over the weekend and hang out, go gambling and shopping and be entertained w dinner and lounging for the weekend.  Chances are those upper bracket clients are Republicans.  Throughout Obama’s administration I saw my entire income deplete by over 50% within those 8 years.  I look forward to see my income rise during Tump’s administration.  I saw many of those clients lose their lifestyle and income.  Clients who once spent regularly were more frugal with their money.  Many people changed jobs and industries and opened new businesses catering to new markets.  An entrepreneur will always be an entrepreneur and in changing markets will always evolve.   To be honest… the strip industry is DEAD, even in Vegas, the hosts are scrambling to pimp girls  for their 40% “tips” and stamp out the competition because they are desperate for survival.  It’s no longer a prosperous industry unless you’re a high end prostitute that can pull $10,000 clients regularly.

I’ve noticed the older strippers leave the club to become high end prostitutes and many women of international origin, who are less desirable in appearance become prostitutes in the strip club. My old roommate and I sat at the stage at 5 am trolling strippers.  Within an hour he got 5 girls numbers. 4 out of 5 girls propositioned him for sex ranging from $200 to $400.  To his credit, my roommate was an extremely good looking guy, nonetheless… they offers were extremely low, devaluing the marketing of the strip club.   They said they were desperate and rent was due.  Working at Spearmint Rhino, it is $400-$500 for a VIP hour dance.  Prostitutes usually on the high end cost $1000-$3000.   Is the market so bad now that strippers are willing to go home with you for $200?

How does globalism affect this all? America is being outsourced in prostitution, manufacturing, even skilled laborers.  Over 45% of highly educated doctors are from international waters.  Prostitution in countries like South America and Asia are so cheap that nobody wants to pay $3000 for a hooker in Vegas.  Manufacturing is clearly cheaper in countries with unethical environment and labor practices than America.  We have no choice but to assimilate with the ways of global markets.  But how does America stay competitive?  I’ve been asking myself this for a long time.  The world does not care about ethics.  American companies thrive with quality, but it is only American’s who mostly buy American products.  The world does not like imported American products.  Why would Asia and Europe import electronics or cars when they have better ones?  Why would they import Budweiser when they have Kirin and Scotch?  They often don’t and we lose on all planes of trade.  America needs better brands that can stay competitive, but we can’t without globalizing our markets.  So we’re at a stalemate.

What is America’s industries?  War. Acquisition.  Investments.  Do you see how we profit from keeping the world at war and monopolizing commodities?  IDK Food for thought.  I have a lot going on in my mind.

I am an entrepreneur… I’ve never had a job in my life.  My savings has depleted and even now I refuse to get a job.  I’m hustling my side gigs and getting clients right now.  I think my entrepreneur mindset gives me an outlook into the business world.  Being a fashion major, I’ve studied the complexities of globalism and understand how politics, religion and history play a role in business.  I see how we are all interconnected, how art is influenced, how markets influence each other and it gives me a deeper understanding of the world we live in today.

xoxo

 

 

16 Course Dinner @ Joel Robuchon


England imported Carved butter w/ fleur de sel and Spanish extra virgin olive oil.

Amazing bread selection!

the courses.

Le Citron:
Lemon and basil infusion with anise fennel foam

La Cerise:
Cherry gazpacho with sheep ricotta and pistachios

Le Caviar (3 ways):
Asparagus with lemon balm, gelee with smooth cauliflower cream, and maki with daikon and cous cous

La Noix de Saint Jacques:
Seared scallop with heart of palm and coriander scented coconut milk

Les Petits Pois:
Light green pea veloute with peppermint on sweet onion cloud

Les Crustaces:
Lobster in Sake broth
Truffled langoustine ravioli
Sea urchin in mashed potatoes with a hint of blue mountain coffee

What is langoustine?  It’s a Norway lobster, or Dublin Prawn aka known as a “scampi.”

Le Black Cod:
Miso marinated black cod in daikon bouillon with yuzu

Le Chou:
Crispy fried cabbage with spring vegetables

La Volaille:
Farm chicken with foie gras and fricassee of young leeks

Les Pousses de Soja:
Risotto of soybean sprouts

L’Amande:
Vanilla panna cotta with Tahitian vanilla and pineapple

La Framboise:
Fresh raspberries with ginger infused sorbet

Escortes de mignardises:

The take home gift, raspberries and pistachio pound cake.

Dinner is $250-$395 depending on pairings.  Next time I would LOVE to try the pairings.  Too bad I am not drinking! ;(  This dinner was over $1,000.  I was hungry because I ate every last bite!  This course isn’t for someone without an appetite or love for food.  Every bite was delicate and orgasmic, as fine french should be.

xoxo

kristie

I am Cupid!


So… inadvertently I am responsible for my friends horrible divorce.  Well, in all actuality, I am not, but we all need to blame someone.  But I am also responsible for his new marriage.  I try to ommitt friends from my blog, but I told her that I would blog about the day they were married, because I hooked them up.  Also… I get first child.  I didn’t know that day would be so soon! 

Over the Christmas holidays, I hooked up my best friend with one of my old friends.  2 days, they had caught on fire, and just a week ago, they got married in Vegas.   I dunno, if it’s true, or if they’re just messing with me, but here we go . . .  Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Manettas!  Let’s have a bachelor party when you get home!

VEGAS BABY!

xoxo

Kristie

I want to move to Bali.


“You don’t need a man, you need a champion.”

OMG Truth can’t be so far from that!  I just saw Eat, Pray, Love, and I am so inpressionable, and suddenly inspired to go to Bali.  I can’t go all over the world, as I don’t have the means to, and it would be hard on the Kai bug, but living in my little villa in Bali, just writing my blogs from there, meditating in the morning, doing yoga in the afternoon, teachin Kai to surf in the afternoon, finishing my studies online, enjoying life in Bali, maybe get into some exporting, that sounds like a wonderful life I can’t wait to have.

If you lived in Hawaii, you know that there is no place in the world like Hawaii.  The “Aloha” is strong.  The people are beautiful.  I love Hawaii, but I think to live in Hawaii, and come back forever, we need to venture out and see life, and the world, and bring back with us culture and experience, to share with Hawaii and grow.   I hear that Bali is the same way, except in a totally different way.  They call Bali the “Island of the Gods,” and it pertains extreme positive spiritual energy.  It will conjur up the negative person you are, or bring out the positive person.  It has a mysterious way of bringing out who you truly are.  If you are a jaded lawyer who lives in New York, representing murderers, have no soul, slept with your girlfriends mother, and will step on anyone to get where you want to get, Bali is probably not for you.  It will probably bring out all those evil energies.  This is why some people go to Bali, and are smitten with the positive energy.  Some people go there on vacation, and never leave.

Why do I want to go to Bali?  Because that stupid movie made me realize that I know that I am unbalanced, but if I just stay here in Vegas, I am accepting it, and doing nothing.  I am “staying in the relationship” that I am miserable in, Las Vegas, the industry, being imbalanced.  I’m taking a 180 degree turn and diving in.

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful.  Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.”

“I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.”

“This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.”

“One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else’s body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not. When it isn’t there (as I have learned in the past, with heartbreaking clarity) you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patient’s body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend Annie says it all comes down to one simple question: “Do you want your belly pressed against this person’s belly forever –or not?”

“A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.”

“Imagine that the universe is a great spinning engine. You want to stay near the core of the thing – right in the hub of the wheel – not out at the edges where all the wild whirling takes place, where you can get frayed and crazy. The hub of calmness – that’s your heart. That’s where God lives within you. So stop looking for answers in the world. Just keep coming back to that center and you’ll always find peace.”

“If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will protect upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.”

” In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices. We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy’s fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure–your perfection–is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the buy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart.”

“Prayer is a relationship; half the job is mine. If I want transformation, but can’t even be bothered to articulate what, exactly, I’m aiming for, how will it ever occur? Half the benefit of prayer is in the asking itself, in the offering of a clearly posed and well-considered intention. If you don’t have this, all your pleas and desires are boneless, floppy, inert; they swirl at your feet in a cold fog and never lift.”

” A friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It’s called the Augusteum. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the barbarians came they trashed it a long with everything else. The great Augustus, Rome’s first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It’s one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won’t let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we’re afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured – the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn’t been so chaotic, it’s just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.”

“As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.”

” Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. Balance is not letting anyone love you less than you love yourself. To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.”

Look forward to blogging more about Bali.

xoxo

Kristie Manning

Wednesday Night Adventures


So I decided that I was going to work early @ Rick’s and leave late, so I can try to leave with a g.  I made $300 off of a customer which turned out to be vice.  While sitting with him in the VIP lounge, he flashed me his badge.  I was afraid, perhaps I did something wrong, that I was going to jail, and my heart stopped.  Then he showed me his VICE card too.  He told me that he is just human, and wants to have fun, and apart from work, wants to take me out.  So I said OK.  We clicked, and he gave me his number.   I usually wouldn’t do that, but hey, I’m single, and I’m not doing anything, so I said sure, we can go gambling next week at the Bellagio or grab some dinner.

So, I was in the back locker room telling some of the girls my scary encounter with VICE.  Perhaps, more were out there still.  One of the girls got sassy with me.

“Firemen have badges.  It could’ve been anyone.”  I continued to explain to her that I saw his VICE card.  “Oh, you can actually see his badge in the dark?” she cockily replied.

“Yeah, you know, before you hit a certain age, your eyes still work pretty well in the dark.”  She flipped out.  I’m pretty calm when people whom I don’t give a shit about have something stupid to say.   She went off calling me stupid, fat, ugly, and that I’m the new girl that nobody likes.  That I walk around talking shit about all the other girls… yadi yadi yada…

“Hmmmm… Perhaps she can hear my conversations over all that loud music.  Or maybe she can read my mind.”  I am thinking and laughing to myself.  I know for a fact that I don’t sit around and hate on other girls.  I’m confident with myself, and only girls that are insecure with themselves have to bring down other girls to make themselves feel better.  In fact, when I met her and her friend, I told them how beautiful they are.  So where does she get off saying that I talk shit?  That’s just not me.  I try to see the positive in everyone.

“Perhaps nobody likes me because they’re jealous,” I think to myself  , but don’t say, because that’s how strippers are.  Insecure and jealous.  They don’t know how to come together and get along and they can’t stand competition.

“Fat?”  Hmmmm…  I’m a size 0.  I have an intense routine.  That’s some funny shit, I think to myself!

So while she is screaming at the top of her lungs at me, security walks in, and I am laughing while I eat some chicken soup.  We get sent home for the night.  Totally bummed I didn’t leave with a G.  It was slow for everyone, which is why I’m sure they were hating, I just spent the last 45 minutes in the VIP room.

So I decide to go meet a friend at Blue Martini.  I’ve known this guy off of Facebook for a year now, but have never really met.  I head out to Blue Martini and tell him to meet me by the restrooms.  While I’m trying to get in the restroom 3 intoxicated girls are arguing in front of the door, one of them clutching onto the door handle for balance.  I say excuse me, repeating 3x and getting louder.  When they ignore me, and I see that they are drunk, I finally grab the door handle and open the door over them, pushing them out of the way.  They started screaming at me profanities.  I’m seriously not in the mood at this point.  I don’t want to get fired from Rick’s, but Blue Martini, I can care less if I’m kicked out of there.  However, I had to pee really, really bad, so I ignored them and ran into the stall.

So when I meet my friend that I have never met, he is intoxicated and a little dopey.  So I decide to go home.  He figures that he is going to walk me to my car.  I told him no, that won’t be necessary, but he decides to anyways.  So I tell him that he can walk me 10 feet to my car.  When we get to the parking lot, I tell him goodnight, but he doesn’t listen and insists on walking me to my car.  I’m straight up, so I tell him that my car is dirty, and there’s lots of junk in it, and it’s embarrassing.  He doesn’t listen, so I literally run away and hide behind an Escalade, while I watch him sneak off from under the car, I sneak across the parking lot to my car.

When I get home there’s a drunk guy standing in front of my car critiquing my parking.  Supposedly I took a long time to park.  I was sitting in my car for a minute on my phone.  I have these crazy young new neighbors who get drunk every night.  It was annoying.  Then when I got inside the house, he was standing outside my window for a whole hour.  It was creepy.

What a fucking crazy night!

I’m over clubs, people with anger issues, who can’t handle their alcohol and don’t know their limits.

Speaking of drunks, here are some funny pictures of drunk people.

Drink Responsibly

xoxo

Kristie Manning

Thunder Down Under


Monday night I went Las Vegas’s “Thunder Down Under” male review show, at the Excalibur Casino, with my girl Gloria.  We were really late and only saw the last couple acts.  The announcer, Marcus was super funny, and super flirty.  (he told me I was a cute lil thing) ;D  After the show, we went up and got pictures for $20.  As I exited the stage, Marcus grabbed my ass, and Donovan squeezed my boob.  ;O  I was wearing a corseted D&G dress with a high slit, and when I got my picture, I noticed my ass cleavage hanging out the bottom of my dress. oops! LOL!  THe guy @ the end collecting the $ ( I don’t remember his name & he’s not on the website ) told us that he could get us comped tickets since we missed the show and introduced us to his supervisor, Justin, who happens to be a dancer for American Storm, another male review show.  (Thanks Justin) ;D  So I decided to go again Tuesday to see the entire show.  We continued out into the casino area where all the guys sign your picture or merchandise that you purchase.

There’s a lot of mixed reviews out there on the internet.  I agree, it’s definitely not the way a woman wants to be turned on or seduced.  But ladies, that’s not what the show is about.  It’s entertainment.  It’s fun.  It’s completely what I expected!

Gloria was mad at me because she has this weird thing about being glued to the person she goes to the club with, then after you’re drunk, springs it on you that you’re designated driver.  After the show we went to XS and got drunk, and she wanted me to drive her home drunk.  I had to refuse.  So she was mad at me for supposedly “ditching her.”  So I ended up taking Juan with me.

The show opened up with Jack Sparrow.  I love Jack Sparrow.  He’s got to be the sexiest character alive.  And Donovan comes out as Jack Sparrow.  I loved it!  But my favorite part of the show happened to be the fake orgasm contest.  If I went up, I would have guaranteed won that contest!   Haha!  The girl that won, was a bigger African American lady.  She was going to town, and rocking and locking and screaming “oh lord!”  It was hilarious.

The show was entertaining for both sexes, male and female, and all ages, young adult, to senior citizens.  It was high energy, choreographed dancing, mixed with entertaining moves, each unique by each dancer.  I loved the commentator Marcus the most.  He was the funniest and most entertaining.  And sexiest dancer goes to the one with the pretty hair, Donovan.  But I think the best entertainer was the fire fighter guy.  I think he was the best dancer, when it comes to movement and energy.   When he came out into the crowd and jumps on one of the tables, he spills water all over him, and it really got the crowd going.

http://www.thunderfromdownunder.com

xoxo

Kristie Manning

the Beat Coffee House & Records


I was walking around downtown Las Vegas after the book festival and wandered into the cafe where my friend Fabian works at, the Beat.  The special at the front displayed “pumpkin pie late.”  Although I am not a coffee drinker, it sounded wonderful and I had to try one.  It was delicious, and apparently they use fresh pumpkin, because I wasn’t expecting the pulp at the bottom of the cup.

At first I wasn’t hungry, but when I saw the appetizing homemade sandwiches come out, I had to try one.  I had a roast beef sandwich with jalapenos.  I don’t remember all the extras that was on it but it was wonderful!  The atmosphere is vintage, with 30’s records playing.  Pop art , posters and records are for sale at one end of the cafe.  And in a separate room, a display of burlesque art.

The girl working behind the bar is a sweetheart as well with a cheery personality.  We decided that she looks like Jill Scott. ;D Chepe, (I’m not sure if that’s how you spell it) one of the owners, brought us out some orzo with our sandwich.   We enjoyed their company sitting at the bar.

Check out their healthy small bites and late’s and coffee

thebeatlv.com

520 Fremont Street inside Emergency Arts Building
6th and Fremont Street Las Vegas Nevada 89101
702.686.3164
Monday-Friday 7a-Midnight
Saturday 9a-Midnight
Sunday 9a-3p

xoxo

Kristie Manning

I’m renting a room $560/mo @ Maryland and St. Rose.


$560/mo in 2 br/2 ba large unit at the brand new Verita’s apartments.  I’m not going to be there much and my lease doesn’t end until May.

More info @ Craigslist

Fireflys: Spanish Tapas


Appetizers are all under $10, with a price range of $3.50 for tomato bread to $10 for Terra y Mare skewers [grilled shrimp, filet mignon, chorizo sausage, salsa verde].  I usually go and order the load of appetizers, such as bacon wrapped stuffed dates ($4), baked mac and cheese ($8) , and shrimp a la diabla ($10).  Together for a group of 3 the bill usually comes out to between only $75-$100.  Especially with a group, a pitcher of flavored mojitos or sangria’s is a prerequisite with dinner.  Tuesday’s is Salsa night, at the Paradise location.

perfect lamb chops with lentils

shrimp ceviche

baked mac and cheese

Conveniently located across the Hard Rock Casino at 3900 Paradise Rd.
For RSVP call 702-369-3971

Another location is downtown at 1 Main St.
For RSVP Call 702-380-1352

Enjoy!
xoxo
Kristie Manning