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| - I don't see myself visiting Vegas again, but if I do, I will most assuredly go here.
Mon Ami Gabi has an ambiance that must be felt, rather than seen. What other casinos try to emulate, Gabi delivers--a next-best-thing Parisian experience, rather than eating expensive shitty pasta at the Palaccio or god knows what at New York, New York.
My friends and I were moderately dressed up (no ties, or heels) and did not feel out of place or unwelcome for a moment. The lighting is very flattering and cozy-feeling, and our server (who was the human embodiment of espresso, or perhaps cocaine) made us feel very welcome and comfortable.
Meal starts with free baguettes which don't stun, but hey, there's a gorgeous and well-curated wine cart. Cut whatever carb-related losses you have and order the French onion soup (divine, and made with cognac). I had the mussels and the fries which were both truly scrumptious. Other friends orders the scallops (four out of five), wild boar pasta (five out of five), and a sirloin (six out of five) that even my pescetarian self had to have a bite out of. They know their way around a cut of beef here, selecting prime cow only, a bone-in cut, with a perfect outside char/sear and blood red middle. It. Was. Amaze.
Don't sit on the patio or you're missing the ambiance. Do hit up that wine cart more than once. While we did order the bananas foster crepe, I'm not sure I would order it again. I'd probably try the escargot or order oysters.
Bon appetite. Or some other cliché.
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