rev:text
| - My mother is a Dallas native, home of the Neiman Marcus empire. I grew up going to the Neiman Marcus café, once upon a time called the Mermaid Bar, in Dallas during the summers. I vividly remember grilled cheeses with pickle spears daring to touch the soft white bread on my plate, mucking up the deliciousness of the grilled cheese with its nasty pickle vapors and juice. But most of all, I remember the cookies. The famed Neiman Marcus cookie of legend. Delicious over-chocolatey goodness I can never seem to recreate, and unfortunately, neither can Las Vegas's NM Café.
Lunch was good, don't get me wrong, but the cookies left something to be desired. I think it was probably because they are clearly baked somewhere else and shipped in. In the words of the immortal Judge Judy, don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining. In other words, don't try to sell me last week's $4 cookie that arrived off the truck from Delaware or Sri Lanka or wherever and say it's baked fresh, cuz it ain't.
I'll get off my cookie soapbox now. I ordered a chicken wrap with avocado and basil aioli. I forget how much I love basil, and with avocado it was interesting and inspiring for my next batch of guacamole. My mom, craving her old Dallas standby, ordered the chicken salad sandwich. She said it tasted the same as what she was expecting, which is good for somebody familiar with the NM of yore. Both included a lil fruit cup with berries and a delicious eggy popover roll with fruit butter to start the meal. Yummy!
Service was friendly, though as it filled up it got a little less attentive (which I suppose is to be expected to some degree). The view is cool of the outside of the mall and of the Wynn.
It's a teeny place and not too much on the cheap side, but a nice spot for a throwback to the bygone fancy department stores.
|