Unexpected delight & disappointment: 2012 North American International Auto Show and 2012 Consumer Electronics Show

Yes, PLEASE!! -- The Lexus LF-LC Concept

I know everyone is anxious to talk about the big “Mahler Project” that the Los Angeles Philharmonic is putting on, but before I do this, I must digress.  While music is a huge interest of mine — certainly the biggest one that applies to this blog —  I have many others as evidenced on the menu bar above by every other topic to the right of “MUSIC.”  Every year in early January, I try to indulge two of these — gadgets and cars — in a big way by traveling first to the Consumer Electronics Show (CES) in Las Vegas and then to the Detroit Auto Show (or the “North American International Auto Show” as it is more formally called).  You’d assume that a trip to Sin City would be more worthwhile and interesting than one to the Motor City.  This year, you’d be wrong.

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Nostrovia! Vodka flights at Red Square

"Mal-A-Vitch" by Ed Moses, from the collection of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles (photo by CKDH)

As mentioned in a previous post, I visited Red Square in Mandalay Bay as part of my latest Las Vegas misadventures.  For those of you who may not be familiar, Red Square is a bar & restaurant with an ostensibly  post-communist Muscovite flavor; a giant, headless, faux-guano adorned statue of Vladimir Lenin stands guard near the main entrance.   It is best known for two features: slabs of ice built into the bar, and a two-story high vodka freezer complete with a dining/meeting room and  private vodka lockers available for lease.  There is a full restaurant menu, and the food turned out to be surprisingly good, though not at all Russian besides the caviar.  No matter; food wasn’t the point of our visit.

I am not much of a vodka drinker.  My taste in spirits tends towards the bolder:  scotch, especially neat or with ice, and bourbon, rum, and even tequila when mixed.  There’s nothing wrong with vodka, mind you, but it’s not typically something I’m ever going to seek out; however, since I was with a group of vodka drinkers, including Mrs. CKDH and Mr. J, in an establishment known for its extensive vodka selection, vodka would be the drink of the night.

Red Square offers an assortment of four-shot vodka flights — all Russian, all New World, all Really Freakin’ Expensive (my description, not theirs), among others.  After some discussion, Mr. J and I decided to split the following flights:

Both of the flights were delivered in frozen red blocks with indents for the individual shot glasses (as CKDH, Jr., pointed out:  ”Hey, it looks like a ‘hard eight’”).  The first shots in each flights were indicated by a stirrer placed in the glass, with the rest of the flight progressing clockwise from there.
All were enjoyable.  I was surprised at how distinct the potato vodkas were from the others.  My favorites happened to be the three Polish vodkas:  all were balanced and went down very easily.  The Russian vodkas — especially the Youri Dolgoruki and Zyr –all had a much more noticeable punch up front, but still finished smooth.
For someone without anything but a casual knowledge of vodka, it was a good education.  I’ll be back for more lessons as soon as possible.

Hard Eight: two sets of Red Square vodka tasting flights

News of Mr. Hooten and Miss December: how the LA Phil may have found a new Principal Trumpet and CKDH a new favorite blackjack dealer

Long before the closure of Interstate 405 allegedly threatened to end the world as we know it, I had planned to spend this past weekend with family and friends in Las Vegas.  High temperatures were a surprisingly mellow 98-degrees in the shade,  so days were spent outside at the Mandalay Bay lazy river with cold drink in hand; evenings involved praying for “hard eights” at the craps table, comparing the subtle differences between various potato vodkas at Red Square, and finding out that our neophyte blackjack dealer at the Playboy Club was Miss December 2005 (more on all that below).

Thomas Hooten, well-known "trumpet monster"

Back in Southern California, Gustavo Dudamel and the Los Angeles Philharmonic spent this past weekend playing Turandot and trying to find a new Principal Trumpet.  If I could have placed a bet on who would have won the auditions, I would have put my money on Thomas Hooten.  Turns out, it would have been a smart and profitable wager:  Mr. Hooten was awarded a trial with the orchestra.

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