On an outcropping at Eden Roc, looking out over the Bay of St. Jean. The planes come in a hundred feet off the water. The sauce is worth asking for more fries.
At the end of a beach path in Grand Cul-de-Sac. A French chef, no walls, and a view across the inlet that makes you want to cancel everything else.
A bowl of chowder, thirty feet under the street. The Manhattan Clam Chowder is the best in the city. Most New Yorkers have never been.
A lunch off the Strip in the Arts District. Anchovy butter, roast porchetta, and actual daylight. A brief reminder that Las Vegas has neighborhoods.
Gabriela Cámara's Las Vegas restaurant. The ceviche contramar is extraordinary. Walk in when they open, sit at the bar, and stay on the seafood.
Tiny room, no reservations, one Bordeaux. The hanger steak is excellent, the wine list mercifully short.