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| - Non vivant: I know, kinda pointless since there's not much more to be said about the House, right? But since I'm not much of a hipster and I don't really frequent Boo! Gee! ish dining spots...I really had a good time here.
Rage: Gotta call out the server though...teh girl and I came early, we had reservations, and you sit us a couple feet away from another couple? Fuck that shit....so I get up and take the menus outside. He comes back looking for us, we're watching the TI(ts) show.
Balance: "We were lucky to get the deck table (judging from the other reviews, I guess it's hit or miss with the seating) and it wasn't too hot outside."
Ceasefire: LV Strip sights and sounds accompanied the conversation and since we were trying a bit of everything, the servers kept the sushi plates coming. Liked the lockbox touch on the steps coming up too, that was different. Recommend the ahi and other fish dishes.
Have to try the kobe burgers next time. Get the yellowtail with extra jalapeno and "wasabi that fucker." (It's the new "superman that ho," in case you were wondering.) It's potent. They also kept my sake warm. Good on ya.
Check mate (two words): Since I was already in an irie mood, had we just gone to a lounge or even Drai's...it would have been fuckin' Valhalla and I would have woken up around 2pm. But NOOO, had to go to (Ex)LAX, stupid constipated little hole.
Oh yeah, this was about Social House and not my mating rituals. Would definitely come back. So nice.
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