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| - This supper club possesses a cryptic name & boasts mysterious deeds done behind a heavy door. Rose.Rabbit.Lie. is a fantasy; we got drunk on the esthetics alone. Lace-designed flatware, menus bearing wax seals, furniture pieces that look straight out of a modern museum -- I expected nothing less from the Cosmopolitan Hotel.
However, the reality of our dinner was quite sobering. The impeccably-plated bits and bobs of edibles (as nothing is decently sized) are overly expensive because the taste doesn't justify the prices. We laughed at the comical one-bite size of their unspectacular $15 caviar taco. The porcini flatbread I was most excited about was a flavor failure. Three tiny pieces of short rib make up their beef stroganoff, & again, the flavors were overshadowed by plating and presentation. Brussel sprouts, jidori chicken, & fingerling potatoes were worse versions of things we've had before, but the roasted octopus and the lobster cocktail got our table's approval.
If I only ate with my eyes, they'd get 5 stars. My unsatisfied mouth and (hungry) stomach are leaning closer to 3 stars.
The majestic chocolate terrarium is worth the hype (& this is coming from someone who doesn't usually go for chocolate desserts.) I loved that everything, down to the "dirt," was edible. The marshmallowy parts were especially fun to eat.
RRL is a bar, a performance stage, a restaurant, & a club (though it doesn't compare to the bonafide party venues on the strip.) For the price of dinner, we really could have gone somewhere superior in quality, quantity, & deliciousness.
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