We had such a great time eating at Bartolotta on night three of our recent Vegas vacation. We sallied up to the empty bar for an early supper, and damn if that bartender was not the best dining companion I had all weekend with the exception of Carrie and my husband. That only leaves one person out, and I leave him out because he was a little cranky pants all weekend.
Onto the food. DH first ordered some seafood pasta to tide him over until the friends arrived. DELISH! With a very light tomato sauce and rock lobster. Lobsterlicious.
I started with the steak tartare, best I have ever had, I swear. With a lovely little frisee side salad and toasted Italian bread points. I know Bartolotta is a seafood man, but this tartare was delightful.
DH had a second pasta course, a beef course with a lovely brown gravy, I had the seafood risotto appetizer and Carrie ate something that I cannot recall but I recall her loving it.
I started with a glass of white and moved onto red. Both times the bartender indulged me by recommending wine for me and letting me try two options before committing. He should be Knighted. He's a prince among thieves, a man among swine, a bartender controlling the alcohol around people who like to drink. I miss him.