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| - Reviews look to be a bit all over the place for this establishment and I'm probably not about to convince the masses one way or the other being that three of us happened upon this place on accident and then ordered an appetizer and sandwiches, hardly running the gauntlet that the menu provides. But even with that chance encounter, that slight sampling of the items offered and the fact that we were in and out of here within an hour, Table 10 is still a hidden gem in a crowded pavilion of "me too!" eateries that do not give you as much flavor and freedom from the touristy masses.
Admittedly, our luck in Vegas seemed to be solely related to food as it was blind chance that took us here: we were shopping around The Venetian and The Palazzo, and because these centers seem like they were designed with the sole purpose of disorienting you despite you being completely sober, it was not long at all before we ended up at one end of the boutique shops and found this place sitting before us. It rests near the end of one side of The Palazzo storefronts and is kind of ordinary looking: a hostess desk outside (but still indoors) sits alongside a brief patio to the right, as well as in front of a theatre-in-the-round bar that has this spiral staircase in the center of it that is either a great decoration or ascends into the Batcave.
We were seated in a small dining room to the right adorned with metal fence work on the wall, and within minutes our waiter greeted us and took our drink order. This guy seemed to be fielding every table in every dining room, as it was not unusual to see him through the open windows tending to other guests on the patio. And yet, despite walking more miles in the hour we were there than most people walk in a week, the man kept the pace up and the satisfaction of all his tables equally high. He really did a stellar job with being attentive but not suffocating like an ex when it came to refills and when to order food.
And the food... I was still nursing the huge breakfast I had prior to this, so I opted for an appetizer of beef skewers. Sounds lame, maybe, but when those six skewers arrived, they smelled heavenly and tasted probably akin to what the gods are used to gorging on after a day of smiting. My folks went the sandwich route, going for the pork po boy (with molasses BBQ sauce!!!) and the "perfect '10' BLT." Dad had the po boy devoured, citing it as among the best he has ever had. The fries that came with it were decent, but really, when french fries are the least memorable part of your meal, that's a problem along the lines of not driving your third Ferrari because the color of the leather seats clashes with your sunglasses. What I'm saying is the po boy would have been the best item any of us ate if not for Mom's BLT.
By now, anyone over the age of 14 is sick of the Internet culture adopting bacon and ruining it by repeatedly bringing it up, much like zombies, cats and zombies playing with cats. But trust me when I say this bacon is worth the price of admission alone. Mom was gracious enough to spare a slab for both Dad and myself and I'm pretty sure I lost track of time and space while eating mine, like I was having an out-of-body experience without leaving the table. I guess the rest of the sandwich was good but hey, bacon that good is a tough act to follow.
Like I said, we were here for just an hour and had an appetizer and sandwiches. Not really the full Table 10 experience but in no way indicative of some of the disparaging reviews I see below mine. Give Table 10 a shot - it stands out by not trying to stand out, and that's worth a minimum of five stars in my book.
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