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| - Mon Ami Gabi (literally "my friend Gabi") is French enough to have a charming, inviting interior and some great food, but not so French that it pisses you right off. This place hits the mark and the prices, even for Vegas, are shockingly in the same zip code as "reasonable."
The inside has dark paneling, flowers in vases, thoroughly-appointed place settings, and some rather corny overly-French signage (like "Au Revoir" over the exit haha). The staff are hit and miss, but they do give it a good ole' college try.
The food is quite respectable, even if the menu offers a lot of items that just seem French-ish to most people rather than what you'd find in a Parisian restaurant. The crepes are excellent across the board, the quiche lorraine is fluffy and decadent, and the breakfast dishes are delicious and filling. On Saturdays and Sundays they offer a ridiculously-stocked bloody Mary bar that is the perfect antidote to the ubiquitous Vegas hangover.
There are some obviously Vegas-like departures from French dining of course; our waiter for instance had badly chapped lips, stammered a lot while trying to remember the specials, and at one point wiped his nose with the back of his hand; all three of which are offenses that would get him fired on the spot from any decent eatery on the Champs-Élysées. None of this was offensive to us, we're Americans with perennially low expectations for Vegas, and as I implied at the start: departure from 100% authentic French is not necessarily a bad thing.
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