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| - When you walk up to the host stand you can be escorted to Nove, Moon nightclub, or the Playboy Club. Our weensy corseted hostess asked if us ladies would be interested in attending the Playboy Club that evening. I don't know if we look like the type of ladies that might (I was with a vendor), or if she asks everyone that. I have no idea how she could see into my soul so clearly in any case.
We take the elevator up to meet the rest of our party. Hang on, the corset outfit is the uniform here. Good lord, it must look like a showgirl dressing room in the employee lounge --- these girls clearly have to lace each other up once they arrive. There is no way they are bending or reaching or activating turn signals or buckling seatbelts, or breathing for that matter, in those corsets on the journey from home to work.
I ordered a mandarin vodka and soda from our buxom cocktail waitress and it was yummy. They do something to it. It was syrupy sweet. I don't know what they add (dare I guess simple syrup?), but it was unlike any other mandarin vodka and soda I've had. In a good way though, it disappeared very quickly.
We were seated at a great, large table in the uh, "topiary room" we'll call it (see photo). Huge windows overlooking the strip, with gas fireplaces on the ledges --- very swank.
Our server Josh was AMAZING. He and his sidekick server Chris were very attentive and helpful, and clearly know the food and wines they're serving. Josh even brought out a couple of things for us to try just because we had talked about them. Truffle risotto? I think the puddle of drool on my placemat alerted him to the fact that I might enjoy it. He was right. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
First and foremost. The bread. I like bread. I usually eat too much before my meal comes out. Nove serves these little rosemary crispy breadstick things with a little bowl of olive oil, a little bowl of parmesan, and some red pepper flakes. I may have eaten every single one on the table. Which may have been enough to build a new house for one of The Three Little Pigs. Instead, it just made this little piggie very happy.
We kicked it off with a bunch of sashimi (at an Italian joint? Yes, with olive oil and basil and salt and stuff) which was pretty darn good, and sliced really nice and thin. Sticking with seafood we had the cannoli --- tuna tartare and crab versions. Nummy. I also ordered the arancini to share, and I thought they were great. I wouldn't have complained about having a little more sauce though. We shared the grilled asparagus as well as the aforementioned truffle risotto, and I had the beef carpaccio pizza as my main, which I was far too full to touch really. That and the fact that it was covered in capers and aioli, which I wasn't prepared for and not too crazy about. The crust was great, and the pizza very good, but I don't really do mayo on my pizza.
For dessert I was so excited to see balsamico strawberries, but they were pretty disappointing. However, there was a chocolate sampler platter that was out of this world.
I think it's incredibly overpriced for what it is, but the decor and service definitely step it up a notch.
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