I’m a fan of Jose Andres- between his restaurants and the way he shoved Anthony Bourdain’s face into a box of fruit at a farmer’s market on an episode of No Reservations (the one about DC, in fact), ordering him to inhale like it was a religious experience, he’s my favorite celebrichef.
I particularly like Oyamel- along side the freshest, most flavorful ceviche and tableside guacamole, there’s margaritas with salt foam and pork belly tacos, small but intensely flavorful ribs, cactus salad with lime dressing, chilaquiles, and crazy dishes like seared half Maine lobster with citrus salsa and a white chocolate mole. The desserts are okay, but the small plates really shine- I’d sooner have another cricket taco than the tres leches, but you can’t win ’em all.
Huddled in my hotel room in Cedar City, balancing my laptop on my knees while nibbling leftover ribs from Pat’s, and making loose plans for my short stay in Vegas, I found out that Penn & Teller were doing their thing at The Ritz, and that there was a Jose Andres restaurant at The Cosmopolitan. So I called and reserved a table.