Crazy Bernie is a big fan of BLT Steakhouse. When a steak house has the nerve to name itself after an economical lunch sandwich you know you're dealing with culinary geniuses. After thinking I've eaten at the BLT in NYC I made the move to try the one in Paris LV. Soon after ordering I realized the 60 barrels of rum I've drank in the past 40 years may have caught up with me. This was my first time at a BLT and it was awesome. The tornado (my wife) and I often order apps and one entree as we did this time. Just right for not feeling stuffed to the gills. Puffed pastry style bread is to die for. Wedge salad was, ah, a wedge salad. And the medium rare filet was cooked to perfection and delicious. Kind of crispy outside and beautifully pink inside. Enjoy life folks. Nobody gets out alive