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| - Have you ever succumbed to peer pressure only to experience major waves of regret later? Like that time you didn't want to wing-woman for your girlfriend because you had ill intuitions about the friend of the guy she likes. This is Wolfgang Puck Bar & Grill. It bears a famous chef's name and lives inside a famous casino, yet is emptier in content than a stripper's conversation after the lap dance.
Our out-of-town friends wanted to visit Wolfgang Puck, I hadn't been there for more than a year and had no recollection of what I ate on my last visit, but out-of-town friends often get to make the decisions, so I suffered another forgettable experience at Wolfgang Puck. We had the Pink Lady Apple & Pear Salad which was okay, if not a little drenched in dressing. Then after our order of sea bass was rejected because the kitchen didn't get the fish that day, we got the organic chicken. It was served on top of mashed potatoes, with roasted carrots. Carrots were undercooked, potatoes and chicken were all right, nothing to make an impression.
Fifty dollars for a meal I would pay around fifteen dollars... The latter probably would have a more authentic atmosphere, not a generic view of MGM tourists. This is what's wrong with Vegas, a fraudulent copy to overcompensate for soul-less commercialism.
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