A group of us had been pretty much drinking and walking around the strip all day until we got hungry and stumbled into this place. (i dont even really remember where it is). I think we were attracted to all their tvs showing the NBA playoffs.
Its a pretty fancy spot with a nice, intimate environment and elegant decor [I think].
I ordered the veal ravioli and a side of carmelized brussel sprouts. I devoured my delicious baby cow stuffed pasta within minutes and shared my brussels, which the whole table agreed were amazing. They were the best brussel sprouts I have ever consumed in my entire life (sorry mom). But I seemed to be the only person super impressed with my meal. Everyone else seemed to say their food was just OK.
Aside from the food being good, the service was kinda wack for a nice restaurant. The dude spilled hella our Sangria while he was pouring it, even on one of the girls legs, and on top of that, they took forever to bring just a side of ranch.
If you go, order the brussel sprouts and pour your own drinks if you can.