LIke many cities, Las Vegas is trying to spruce up its downtown district. One of the sentries of gentrification is Triple George Grill, which has one foot in the past with its extensive list of martinis to be sipped before, during and after a bloody steak dinner and another foot in the present with a giant TV screen blasting the latest professional sports game above the bar. Passing on the martinis and rib-eye steaks, I opted for a glass of pinot grigio and the Shrimp George. Six plump prawns were stuffed with crab meat, grilled to a golden brown and plopped atop a creamy wine sauce. The mashed potatoes were chunky and buttery. I didn't like how the white and green beans were undercooked. My friend Eileen later told me, when I described the meal to her on the phone, that the new trend is to eat overly crunchy beans. The bourbon bread pudding I had for dessert balanced out the extra bite of the beans. Eggy and mushy, the bread pudding was comforting. Next time, I'll make sure to bring my own flask of Maker's Mark to give the pudding a little more zing.
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