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| - After debating for days where to meet some friends for dinner, they finally recommended Mingo. I don't think it had been open yet when we lived in Vegas, but we definitely would have hit it occasionally if so. Friends made a reservation for 7:00 on a Saturday and off we all went.
Parking in the Arts District is what it is. You either score a decent spot on the street, you get what is probably a protected spot in a semi-organized row in the lot on 1st, or it's getting busy and you're wedged in to the un-striped parking free for all.
We got seated as soon as we got to the door, but the seating arrangements were odd. Five of us there, so two of us got the bench side of the table, which sunk down to couch-depth and put the table mid-chest. Two got the normal chairs on the other side of the table, and the fifth was basically on a footstool at an end table tucked up against the big table. So he was basically at the kid's table with us. All in good fun though.
The service was friendly and prompt, with some recommendations and excitement over the menu. The food, though, was what really rocked. Between the bunch of us, there were sliders, wings, hummus, salads, soups, shrimp, and fish. Everyone's was amazing-- heavy on the butter and seasonings where you want, and delicate where it should be. Portions were correct- no one left hungry but we were all able to walk under our own power.
Overall, 4 solid stars.
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