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| - I've worked at Caesars Palace for 18 months but I am not biased. Let me just set the record straight. I had ABSOLUTELY NO, ZERO, ZIP, NADA interest in eating here due to my total reliance upon my fellow Yelpers POV...until my Boss, who is a Foodie, invited me to have lunch with him.
Honestly, when he asked, I had thoughts of Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill, Bradley Ogden, or even the Munch Bar, but he said "Trip S". Out of respect for those readers with more conservative morals, I will refrain from what truly emanated from my under my breath, but let's just say I would not normally use this kind of language but sometimes the autonomic response elicits more idiomatic expressions you would typically follow up with an immediate "Sorry!"
Okay, with that loquacious preamble let me speak to the BEST !$#@%!$^%$# thing I've ate so far in 2011!!! Whoa man! I ordered the Las Vegas Strip Sandwich (pics 9 and 11). 10 ounces of prime medium rare NY Strip beef on a toasted French roll around 18 inches long; slathered with garlic butter, covered with three over easy eggs and six crisscrossed thick cut smoky, sweet, salty, crispy bacon. BACON!!!
Let's back up minute. When we arrived at "Trip S" it was packed. The very nice hostess with the great smile sat us at the one of the two available seats. Our Server, another lady with an easy manner and great smile, got us drinks immediately...well, within 2 minutes anyway and she followed up with us a few minutes later to let us know that our food was coming eminently. I noticed other guests were signaling for her attention and she seemed to have a very good awareness of her area and appeared to notice the polite hand waving in her periphery without losing connection with us. Once she was done with us, she moved on to the neighboring guests, flashed her award winning great smile and they were putty in her hands. Actually, she had me at "Hello".
The food arrives!!! First my Boss's Ruben arrives. I love a good Ruben and when I saw his, I thought I should have ordered one, but didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. You know what I mean...next, my Las Vegas Strip Sandwich arrives and WHOA MAN, I am so glad I didn't get the Ruben now...next visit. This is a hefty piece of carnivores delight. If I were at home I would have thrown it on a plate, plop down on the couch, put on some football and gone to town, but being in coat and tie and in public that whole egg yolk dribbling down the chin would not fly so I did the right thing and cut it into thirds. About a pound each I swear to goodness. I took the first bite...how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...It was almost as good a lingering first kiss. Hot, salty, crunchy, savory, smoky, my ...WAIT! BACK THE TRUCK UP!!!!...that is not a good example of a great lingering first kiss, but just work with me. The synchronization of flavors, textures, body responses, was almost overwhelming. Yes, I was totally satisfied.
Please note that this sandwich is not for the faint of heart. You need to get your grub on to finish it but alas, that how I roll. It's just one of those things you want to continue masticating until it's no more no matter how full the hypothalamus screams.
Bon appetite!
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