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| - What happened here? Momofuku came to Vegas and left behind everything that makes the NY versions great - ambiance, mystery, energy, and good food. I came in with high expectations and was really disappointed. Pricing, while in line for a strip restaurant, is too high. We started at the bar, which was wet and dirty, with a bar staff that scowls at you. This team feels like angry hipster bartenders straight out of central casting. The cocktails were not well executed and quite frankly they were overly sweet. Table service is jumbled and weird, putting a smooth dining experience out of reach. Not a single manager could be seen on the floor. If they had been there, they would have had a chance to check on the bathrooms which were filthy. Water and paper was everywhere. Maybe the person before me decided to use the bidet feature on the Japanese toilet to do their own version of the Bellagio fountain show - who knows.
Food was not up to par, and certainly not at the level delivered in NY. Soft Boiled Eggs lacked any seasoning - it was just plain missed. Pork Belly Buns lacked pork. Kimchi Stew was good, but it was so spicy that I had to keep going back to the buns to cool off. Ginger Scallion Noodles featured the mushiest noodles you've ever tried. The only dish worth trying again was the Citrus Cured Fluke which was outstanding.
It was Monday night and the place empty, yet we were rushed through our meal. The only saving grace of the meal was selections from Milk Bar next door. The crack pie was it's usual good self, and the cake truffles were outstanding. But after a $300 meal for three people we still left hungry.
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