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| - As a Vegas local, I frequent STK for the usual shenanigans. DJ's are always bumping the music to make sure you have a memorable night even if you don't remember his name. Beautiful people, beautiful bartenders and some bomb ass eats. Good times to be had all around.
So, on to the black out moments. Well, Sunday brunch, not so much a blackout, hence why I remember the experience. Tara was our server, she was awesome. A bunch of us gals got together and she succumbed to our every whim. She was very accommodating, patient, and gave spectacular service. **And we all know, waiting on a bunch of beezies is rigorous** Everything was awesome. Short rib hash was the tits and the Bloody Mary bar was epic. However, I think they no longer do brunch and this makes me wanna cry like a teenage girl who has had her heart broken.
The other night, another ratchet Vegas night to start at STK. No carbs, one too many shots and an uber ride home later, thank you STK. Dinner was amazeballs. Michael and Ed took care of us, and one of them suggested the rib cap special. Oh. Em. Gee. Melt in your mouth. Then the brussel sprouts on the side, mind blown. Washed down with Not Your Daddy's Manhattan, granted I don't have a Daddy but I felt like a Sugar Baby for a hot minute. The guys were great, almost like I wanted to invite them to rally with us after they finished their shift. Fun and made sure our menu choices were legit.
Finished with a cocktail at the bar with Kevin. Sounds basic but I wanted an espresso martini. #basicbitch Seriously, an amazing espresso martini. Enough juice to get me through the night...
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