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| - Boyfriend's sister and her boyfriend work in the same restaurant group as Mon Ami Gabi, and he raved about it the last time they went as a family. So he took me there when I got back in town and even made reservations for the patio. (Fyi: they don't take patio reservations.) We were waiting for a railing table, but apparently it was taking too long, so they seated us in the inner patio. I didn't quite like being here because we seemed to be on the borderline between the cold a/c from inside and the warm Las Vegas evening air of outside. It was an odd combination and slightly uncomfortable. But I can't deny that they do have a great location on the Strip.
The warm baguettes were tasty, although our second one was a bit burned... And apparently the butter was just amazing, according to Boyfriend. It tasted like butter to me. =P Their bottles of wine are a bit on the pricy end, with the cheapest at $39. We got a $40 bottle. And I'm sad to say that I wasn't too impressed with the food we ordered. I got the Filet Mignon with merlot butter and red wine reduction cos our waiter said that was the chef's specialty. Boyfriend said that the one with creme fraiche that he had gotten last time was better. And I compared it to the best filet mignon I've had to date, which was at Meritage in Boston. I ordered that one medium, while I ordered this one medium rare, and that one was still more tender than this one. Now I'm no expert on beef cuts, but all I know is 1) this one was definitely smaller than the other, 2) it was stringier and not as tender, and 3) it just wasn't as tasty as the other. I also had this odd problem of the plate maybe being too light for the amount of sawing I had to do for the steak, so the entire plate would skid around. Mph. Boyfriend ordered the Steak Roquefort (blue cheese sauce) with a sort of mashed potatoes instead of the fries. I think he said it could've used more blue cheese. We got the dessert du jour on the house, which was nice. Crepe with strawberries and mango and a ball of vanilla ice-cream.
The service we got was good. Our waiter did seem offstandish at times, but he never crossed the line to being downright snobby. Boyfriend said he was sooo French (he's lived in France for a year), but he turned out to be Turkish! =] I have this affinity for Turkish people for some reason. He was very agreeable once we stroke up this conversation with him. I did wish the waiters had name-tags instead of number-tags... They also took the employee gift certificates we had without question, which was nice cos you're supposed to show some sort of work ID in order to use them.
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