Chosen for it's proximity to the Venetian poker room, I had a pretty good meal. Sat at the bar and the enthusiasm of the barkeeps was infectious. These guys were handing out samples of all sorts of different beer and whiskey, and had a story to tell for each one. Food wise, it was all pretty good. Started off with the fried pickles, which, I am obligated to order whenever it is on a menu. Cmon people, it's fried pickles. Anyway, they were tasty. Ditto for the Eggplant Parm on Ciabata bread with a basil pesto. Delicious. I can't explain why I got good service and others didn't. Maybe you have to sit at the bar.