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For the holiday visit, my family indulged my curiosity about this innocuous brown building on our Sahara Avenue drive from house to Strip.
Walking in and seeing the stainless steel furniture, dark clad young staff and roadhouse ambiance, I had a Hard Rock experience that faded when I saw the dishes being brought to their diners. Wasting no time, my brother ordered the Hand Hammered Pork Tenderloin Benedict and my much less buff Mom and I split the Indiana favorite with Fried Chicken, Eggs, Biscuit and Bacon Mashed Potatoes with a side of ham. Our waiter was pretty friendly / helpful and at one point gave us someone's extra strawberry lemonade.
I uploaded pics of what we ordered to further my point that this place clearly prospers on Presentation. (Why else would this joint warrant over 1000 photos?) The immense breaded pork tenderloin slathered with BBQ cream and scrambled eggs defies description. Never mind that there is an entire serving of bacon mashed potatoes, spinach and a biscuit under that thing which effectively hides the plate. Just looking at this dish makes your heart skip a beat. Our chicken was much less impressive (but featured a jaunty rosemary sprig stuck in the center of the biscuit whose big brother accompanies the pork tenderloin) with some sliced tomatoes, a slice of watermelon and orange to counter the salty / sweet flavors of the chicken breast and spud-shaped mound of mashed potatoes / maple reduction. As a side note, my brother nearly finished that pork platter. I'm so proud!
Awe aside, the taste of all this food was good, but nothing as mind-mending as its appearance. However, I can see this fare being a great sponge for an equally impressive hangover. It's the ultimate greasy (sort of gourmet) spoon.
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