Because I have a love-hate relationship with Las Vegas (and because I could care less if Pacquiao loss his recent boxing match to Bradley- the Pacman will earn more money if there's a rematch people!), here's my first memory of the Sin City. I first dined at Wolfgang Puck's Postrio at the Palazzo a few years ago when I was barely legal to play the slots. Eons later, I found myself in the same spot. 

linguine with clams