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| - Since the day we moved to Las Vegas, my husband has been hopping up and down to eat at Lawry's. He grew up in LA, near where the original restaurant still operates. I had a class on Valentine's Day, so we decided to make this our Valentine Rewind (and to celebrate our recent elopement).
We set an early dinner appointment (5:00), as all morning we were rushing from church to Toastmasters, to walking the dog, etc. - and wanted to enjoy the rest of the evening. We arrived a few minutes early, still in our church clothes (so we fit right in), and decided to have a drink in the bar while we waited. I had a watermelon mojito (Oh. My. God.) Jim panicked and ordered a rum and Coke, his go-to drink. Both were expertly mixed, but each was over $12. A bit high for using Bacardi, frankly. If I'm shelling out that much for a small drink, I expect a higher-end rum. Still, the bartender was professional, congenial, and incredibly good at what he did.
The host retrieved us promptly at 5:00, took us to the main restaurant, and pulled the table out from the booth to allow us to sit on the far end. Nice touch.
I won't go into too many details, but overall, the experience was everything it should have been. Our waitress was spot-on, charming, and well-versed in everything about the restaurant (even though she shared with us that she was brand new). The food was positively amazing. I like my prime rib to be practically mooing - and it was. The house Cabernet was even perfect. I was impressed!
I loved the fine dining experience (chilled salad forks - YAY!), the old-fashioned uniforms, the tasteful art-deco interior, and even the friendliness of the valets (though we parked ourselves). They even brought out a complimentary piece of "anniversary" cake with a lit candle. Very sweet!
I was disappointed at all the rude Americans in jeans and t-shirts, not to mention the screaming child (thankfully in the farthest, back corner - but could still hear it several yards and a wall away). Did we simply do away with class, people? If you're enjoying a $100+ meal, you expect a tiny bit of decorum from your fellow patrons. I noticed that every single foreigner (even the huge clan of Aussies) were all dressed nicely. This is a trend I've noticed at church, weddings, and even funerals. Even bums on the street can clean themselves up for a special event, people! Stupid American pigs. Geesh. Not the restaurants fault, mind you, so no demerits for our boorish counterparts.
Overall, a perfect romantic meal with incredible food and service. We'll be signing up with the VIP club, and we will be back.
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