
Amanda Signorelli
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Amanda Signorelli
@_asignorelli
Co-owner @goldensteerlv (from father to daughter), former CEO @TechweekHQ recovering consultant @Mckinsey #familybiz #startups #VC “Stay hungry, stay foolish.”



local in-person AI classes for corporate boomers. think Claude 101. easily a $ 25K/mo opportunity. rent a presentation room. run meta ads targeting 35-60 year olds. charge $500-$1000 for a 2-day hands-on workshop. teach vibecoding, Claude, ChatGPT, prompting and agents. the demand is insane. these people see AI everywhere but have zero clue how to use it. they want face-to-face guidance, not online courses. run the same curriculum weekly. refine based on questions. multiple up-sell or down-sell opportunities. scale to multiple cities once you nail the format. you’re hitting a market everyone else ignores. corporate boomers with cash who prefer learning in person. they are also being told to learn these tools daily.. no chance this doesn’t work if you execute. go out and nail this.



First time kinda nervous





@dustinswedelson Want Food Porn pics please





When Golden Steer, the august Las Vegas steakhouse, opens its doors at One Fifth Avenue on Friday, it will represent the biggest gamble in the history of the 68-year-old restaurant. In Las Vegas, Golden Steer is an institution. Most booths are named for the famous souls who sat there. It’s where Frank Sinatra (booth No. 22), Dean Martin (No. 21), Sammy Davis Jr. (No. 20), and the rest of the Rat Pack relaxed. It’s where Elvis Presley rested his swiveling hips (booth No. 26). Later it was, famously, a mob hangout where Chicago mafioso Tony “the Ant” Spilotro huddled over martinis with his lawyer (and future Vegas mayor) Oscar Goodman (booth No. 11). But new steakhouses aren’t exactly rare arrivals in New York. Golden Steer has been built to create its own sense of history. There isn’t much that’s subtle about Golden Steer; neither the steakhouse genre nor Vegas are known for their understatement. Walking into the dining room, diners pass a western scene wrought in scarlet-and-ruby-stained glass, a pair of mounted silver spurs, and a larger-than-life Doc Holliday slot machine. The main dining room is accessed through a long narrow room called “the Strip,” one of the many homages to Las Vegas. Above the booths along the walls of the Strip, mounted on striped wooden paneling, are paintings of steeds galloping, cowboys mid-whoop, lasso cocked. Read more on the storied steakhouse’s arrival in New York: nymag.visitlink.me/JAXC5A







