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| - Las Vegas offers the hungry carnivore a plethora of options from bargain steaks to chains like Ruth's Chris, not to mention the "fine dining" options, so it's not a matter of eating a steak meal that is the challenge, but finding the restaurant that suits your tastes and expectations. I am neither a steak novice nor a steak snob - I simply believe a good steak is a good steak and the restaurant's décor/name has never influenced my taste buds.
From the moment we were greeted by the host to the banana foster dessert (made in front of us, flames and all), everything was good. By the way, there were 3 types of bread in the bread basket - our favorite was the white chocolate macadamia bread. Yep, warm white chocolate macadamia bread.
We ordered the Beef Wellington, Prime Rib (16oz), mashed potatoes, and the asparagus with hollandaise. The Wellington was perfect - crisp flaky pastry on the outside and juicy steak baked inside - it's what you would expect. The prime rib was advertised as 16oz but my expert eye (and stomach) says that it was at least 24oz - I could barely eat half of that beautiful slab of meat. The prime rib was trimmed perfectly - cut by somebody who obviously knows meat - and cooked by a wizard. The piece of meat had perfect marbling without having chunks of fat that needed trimming - no more than 3oz of fat trimmed off of a 24oz steak...amazing.
They do have a nice wine list, but we weren't in the wine mood; however, we did have the crab cake (1 per order). Upon the first bites of the appetizer, the conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hey, where's the usual bread crumb and celery filler?"
Wife: "Oh my gosh - it's practically all crab!"
The crab cake was definitely a pleaser, and one of the best I've had. Just to offer a comparison, my wife ordered the crab cakes at Serendipity 3 (Caesars), and it was just plain fishy and gross.
I went to dinner in jeans and a nice button up shirt, though my wife was dressed up for dinner. Unlike some of the pretentious restaurants on the Strip with their hoity-toity dress codes, the staff at The Carmel Room treated me like a valued customer despite my casual appearance.
If you are looking for a nice cut of meat cooked perfectly to your request, then you really can't go wrong with The Carmel Room at the JW Marriott/Rampart Casino. YMMV but the experience exceeded my expectations in every way, and I'm the type of diner that goes in half expecting the worst to prevent disappointment. It's an old school kind of place - class and charm without a hint of novelty or reliance on anything other than the food.
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