Let me just go out on a limb and say if you’re traveling to Vegas, your main focus isn’t sticking to your diet. How much cash you can lose and still pay the mortgage, how many free vodka gimlets you can score from the casino waitress, and how much does a hooker cost, anyway? These thoughts will take up much more of your head space. For those of us with Celiac, however, no matter how many martinis are tossed back we’ve still gotta’ check the menu for gluten. Phhhhhhpt.
Luckily I traveled with a group of accommodating ladies who didn’t seem to mind me quizzing the wait staff when we sat down to eat. Or at least had the courtesy to talk about me behind my back while I was away, killing it at the slot machines. (Me and Grandma raked it IN.) For that kindness I will not post any photos of any of these lovely women in compromising positions. You’re welcome, Rebecca.
Also luckily, I travel with people who have incredible taste in restaurants. Which is how we found ourselves at Sushi Samba, STK and brunch at Bouchon. I happily got my gluten-free eat on at these restaurants, and all of them were ah-mah-zing. That’s a fact, jack. Also a fact? I ate at all of these restaurants and I was only in Vegas for about 24 hours. Sick! Continue reading
