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| - Comme Ca, where art thou, I think of you long after I float away from your lovely embrace, if only you were real, if only...you were not on a third floor of a hotel in the middle of Vegas, i'd come, i'd rise up to your arms, each and everytime.
From the outside, you would think that this place is a fancy schmancy Parisian joint, where the art of the table is part of the tension of the night. But sadly or gladly (gladly i my case) not. Its a bistro. Thats what it is. Not a white formal place. An expensive bistro at that, but still a bistro nevertheless.
The food was traditional french fare, it was good. I had a fish, it was perfectly cooked. Their service was contemporary, no complaints there. The whole place was familiar , not high brow, rather a weird blend of american and parisian haughtiness / lightness/ confidence which I appreciated.
I would probably go back, but there are just so many restaurants in the area. But I can recommend it.
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