The real entertainment

Besides this little snack excursion at Liberty Hall (where all of us noticed that you could tell the animatronic George Bush from the real thing by his eloquence and grace), we had:

"New American" (and way tee many martunis) at Boardwalk's Flying Fish, burgers at Pecos Bill's, shrimp and prosciutto pasta at Victoria and Albert's (she would not be amused, but we were), confit at Bistro de Paris, mahi at the Coral Reef, more than we could eat at Hollywood and Vine, carryout at the Tusker House, Cubans at the ABC Commissary, tempura at Tokyo Dining. . . .

And Rolaids as needed.