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| - WAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY overpriced. For those of you who are from / have been to Los Angeles, Le Provencal is like Miceli's food (complete with singing wait staff), at Chaya prices. Just... no.
Alas, we ate here because we'd been walking for two hours in and around the Strip's hotels desperately trying to find something - anything - that could accommodate a vegetarian and a vegan. (As you may have heard, this is quite a feat in Vegas, which bewilders me since it's a major metropolitan *touristy* city, and it's effin' 2008!!! I mean would it kill these restaurants to offer one or two veggie-based dishes on their respective menus??? I'm not asking for anything fancy. You don't need to make me seitan. You don't even have to know what seitan is! But if you could get me some butterless-cheeseless vegetables either grilled, steamed, wrapped up in a tortilla, served alongside a carby-dish or as the dish *itself,* I swear, I would stop complaining and be ever-so-grateful. Oh, and stop adding meat and/or mayo to every salad. It's a SALAD, people. It's supposed to be mostly *green.*)
/tangent.
Ahh, Le Provencal. We were so happy to see that you carried Gnocchi and Capellini Pomodoro, we didn't even care that it was total price gouging. We were *ecstatic* when we asked the waiter if the noodles had any egg and he checked and reported back "no, you're safe." Praise Jeebus!
....And then we waited almost 40 minutes for the plates to arrive. In the meantime a Bread Maiden (go and you'll understand) arrived with two delicately-sliced baguette morsels for our bread plates (generous, no?) and even went so far as to pour the oil and vinegar into our extra bread plate for us. Without asking. Which I hate. Hospitality is one thing, but shouldn't you ASK if we're interested in getting dipping oil? Especially if you're going to make like Exxon Valdez and fill the plate with 97% oozing oil (and only 3% vinegar). ::sigh::
Just as I was feeling faint from my overwalking and undereating, the food arrived. COVERED in shaved Parmesan cheese. This, after having no mention of cheese on the menu whatsoever. ...I swear, I almost burst into tears. I almost picked up the plate and threw it at our haughty-ultra-wannabe-French waiter in a fit of blinding rage. Luckily Justin, recognizing just by my changing expression that his girlfriend had just reverted to her 5 year-old self and was about to have a major meltdown, came to the recuse. In one swift movement he picked up two forks and pulled the top cheese-offending portion of my capellini off of my plate and onto his own, all the while murmuring "it's ok, it's ok.... look! there, done!" Bless my boyfriend. He saved me from having to throw down like Flava Flav's crazy reject, New York. And he also saved the waiter from receiving a serious head injury.
So why three stars and not less? Actually, I'm not sure. We spent way too much money, way too much time waiting, the order wasn't right, and I froze in the overly aggressive air conditioning. Yet it was a cute place, and once the cheese was out of sight, my pasta wasn't bad. Plus they were quick to refill our drinks. Still, unless I was well-off and desperate for something edible, I doubt I'd return. Consider my review more like 2.5 stars. And also consider me generous. And blonde. And 5'10" like Heidi Klum.
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