Oink. Oink.
You are what you eat. And after a meal here, if I wasn't piggy enough before, well change my name to Porky and stick an apple in my mouth.
From maple glazed pork belly appetizer to the double-thick pork chops to the roasted artichokes with thick chunks of bacon, god I was in Babe heaven. Of course Babe probably wouldn't have eaten his own but then that's his own damn fault for not knowing the deliciousness that is pork.
Oh, there are options other than pork if you insist. One of my fellow meat-lovers proclaimed her filet mignon as the best she's ever eaten. Another enjoyed the extensive performance by the server deboning her whole sea bass. All of us loved the complimentary cheesy bread sticks and the pretzel bread but maybe a little too much as no one could finish their meals.
In conclusion - oink oink oinky oink squeal! That's pig for "I'm not normally one who goes ga-ga for Wolfgang Puck but this place might change my mind."
P.S. Ladies, just a word of warning. If you're wearing little (and of course you'd be because it's Vegas), it's really, really, really cold in here. If you'd like to keep your headlights turned off during the meal, I suggest you bring a light jacket. Or keep the high beams on and receive excellent service.