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| - NOT COOL - I had a huge allergic reaction from the Roasted Branzino, that did not state it had any PEANUTS in it, the manager (whom I will leave nameless) defended his staff and only gave me a meaningless, pathetic "sorry".
Hexx is a very modern restaurant in the heart of the Las Vegas strip, where there's a field of vision outward to the Dancing Fountains at the Bellagio.
THE STAFF -
The menus are quite small and very disposable, so I could see why they would not label their dishes' ingredients. But who's fault is that to go the cheap route? I insisted the Manager (whom I will leave nameless) to start labeling all ingredients on his menu; but, for him it was not the case, he promised that there were no peanuts, then minutes later he consulted me saying there are only pistachios. What a liar.
Vanessa, our waitress, was very attentive, sweet, and looked like she actually cared when she saw me choking up and breathing heavily after eating my branzino THAT HAD PEANUTS IN IT - she took off the price to my fish and tomato bisque which was so generous her, but she deserved a bigger tip, so we decided to give her an 80% tip.
THE FOOD -
Roasted tomato bisque was utter perfection!!! Seriously the best, it gave me a hedonistic sensation of nostalgic feelings. I loved the consistency of the tomato bisque, and the creativity of the dish.
The Crab Cake was another appetizer we ordered, which had a subtle citrus savor to it but did not overpower the dish itself which takes a lot of work. The garnish on the other hand was a bit over seasoned which is an honest mistake for a 3.5 star restaurant.
The Roasted Branzino, oh lord, what can I say that I haven't already? Well the fish was glistening, cooked to perfection, but once I took a bite of the diced peanuts that were sprinkled on top, it was game over. I had to take my dish back after choking and heaving, and watch my date enjoy his lovely looking ribeye the rest of the meal. Total public humiliation and a shame.
The Ribeye was ordered by my date, whom I was envious the entire time; watching each delectable piece evaporate from his plate to his mouth and the aromas of perfectly seasoned meat infiltrate my nostrils. It's a bit rude to ask for a taste, but I did - and I was not embarrassed at all! A girl's Gotta eat, i finished 2/3rd's of his rib eye in moments.
I really wanted to love this place, my tomato bisque was astounding, but I can't accept pitiful behavior from a manager who denies accusations when it comes to him, then apologize for his so called "miscommunication". My review might not matter in this vast internet world, but I do hope I might save a life or two.
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