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| - The first time I saw this place, I couldn't wait to try it out. It looked so fancy and beautiful, reminiscent of the Buddha Bar in Washington D.C. Being a local, I don't really get out much to the strip unless visitors come into town. When some girlfriends of mine came into town, we were very excited about trying Tao.
Our reservations were for 10pm on a Friday night. We didn't get seated until 10:40pm. That wasn't so bad, since the wait staff was very attentive. Finally seated, the three of us ordered right away and then the wait began. During this time, three other tables around us, got seated, served and left, while we kept waiting. The gracious waitress kept coming by to apologize and the faithful water attendant never let our glasses get less than 3/4 full. We definitely got re hydrated, but were starving.
Finally, we requested to speak to the manager. When he finally showed up, he didn't have much to say, and didn't seem at all apologetic. The saddest and most ridiculous part was that he blamed the 90 minute wait on The Wok!! Seriously?!!
This huge establishment should have more than one wok. What kind of excuse it's that? He didn't offer us any appetizers for our trouble and we finally suggested maybe a dessert would be nice. So, our food finally arrived and I ordered the Duck Fried Rice. I love duck and I'm a kind of a salt-aholic usually, but my dish was just meh, greasy and salty even beyond my ability to tolerate. My friend's dishes were also just ok, but NOT worth the hour and a half wait.
What if we had tickets to a show or had to catch a flight? Anyway, we hoped the desert would be better, but 30 minutes after finishing our meal, dessert still hadn't arrived. A woman came by offering us stamps to get into the night club, which we wanted to try, so we still had hope. Another 15 minutes passed by, still no dessert, we finally decided it was time to leave.
Then it was time for the night club. What a let down! First of all, much like the restaurant, a lot of people weren't even dressed nice. Packed to the gills, as expected, but the dancers looked bored and were barely trying. Then there were these sad, mopey girls sitting in the cement bath tubs. Seriously?
The dancers at Hard Rock are so much more entertaining. I was sad. Sad that my great expectations were crushed, sad that my girlfriends had this same lame experience on their first night in Vegas.
Maybe you need to be blind drunk in order to look passed all these short comings and hoot at the top of your lungs. Maybe that was were we went wrong or maybe Tao jumped the shark.?
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