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| - In case this little Vegas eat sounds completely unfamiliar to you: Pan Roast, Clam Chowder, and obviously Oysters are what they're idolized for--and what people, including my friends and me, were still suckered for =P.
At the outer Strip's Palace Station Casino, roughly 1.5 hours were spent since around 11:30am on Saturday, standing on OB's line, that only a foot of their velvet rope was the line indicator to align like waiting at an exclusive nightclub. This gave enough time to, 1st, notice who at the table would take advantage of comfortably seating out of only 18 bar stools present, and, 2nd, to hold the line as a benefit for friends taking turns to sign up for Palace Station's Rewards Club right next to OB =X. Eventually, all of 8 of us had that chance, at first seated in separation of 3 friends and then joined together when 3 different eaters left their spots at the right time. 30 or so minutes lasted to see our 1 friendly and humorous chef efficiently cooking our orders right in front of us.
On the menu, what actually sparked my attention was that a $5 sharing fee is enforced--so be cautionary for one order to one couple =P. Keep in mind, though, that many of their bowls are both Super Pho-sized and unsurprisingly diet-hostile. At the same time the little policy deemed okay to slurp up or sample different dishes of someone else's o_o. Jayne L & I didn't mind about the sampling part, so for this ordeal, Jayne had dibs on the Palace Pan Roast ($22.99) with rice--you can opt for noodles instead--Michael Y casually went for the Shrimp Scampi ($17.99), and I had to go for my Plan B order, the Alaskan Clam Chowder New England-style ($17.99).
Firstly, my own order was frankly delightful and just-right rich. Most of my creamy, thick bites spooned up yummy, up to par chunks of lobster, shrimp, and clam. Aside from the seafood selections, though, I couldn't really sense any other uniqueness to the chowder. Meanwhile, as far as Michael's order, one of his favorite foods unfortunately destroyed his crush, suspiciously lacking some critical ingredient like wine--so that Scampi's a skip =/. Finally & positively, Jayne's Pan Roast, http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/oyster-bar-las-vegas-2?select=KFHTGjWRbmRW1YULYj7rLw#dJMdvh6Lpc8HiYlKmNTCpg, was definitely something that I somehow cannot compare with or relate to. Filled with fluffy rice, tasty and succulent chicken; shrimp; crab; and Andouille sausage, the robustness, richness, complexity (from Brandy the drink, likely) and slight tanginess of the "soup" wowed Jayne & me that she didn't mind me scooping up as much until I really called it quits. Plus, she made her Pan Roast at spicy level 8 (10 being the max), and as a frequent spicy consumer this was addictively hot stuff--not something for those who think jalapeños are scorching.
Obviously you're thinking: worth that line? Let's see, sure: I thought their prices were reasonable and sound, especially on the Pan Roast. And would I go again? If I can have the Pan Roast to myself =P, oh yes. I just hope, interested eater, that either you end up with the same chef as ours, or the other dude is as skillful ^_^.
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