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Dinner for 2, $600. Only in Vegas.
Of course we realized it would be pricey and I have no problem shelling out that kind of dough for good food. A slightly belated, but muchly anticipated Valentine's Day Dinner was the occasion for this particular splurge.
Nothing was bad and some was good, but for the reputation and expectation of this joint, we left less than under-whelmed.
The tasting menu was suggested by the waiter, of course, but I got the feeling he kinda lost interest in our table when we opted for tap water instead of a $16 bottle of Panna.
The meal consisted of 3 rounds of food. Each round was 4-5 items dumped on the table to be shared, quickly and robotically described by the backwaiter. This is all seafood and by the time we got around to engulfing all of the food it was usually lifeless and cold. I actually, literally, honestly threw up in my mouth after eating a chunk of frigid octopus.
The somelier teased us away from a reasonably priced American Pinot Noir in favor of some Italian concoction of 3 varietals I'd never heard of before which happened to be twice the price of our choice and sorely lacking.
Again, the food wasn't all bad, just mostly bad, unimaginative, expensive, poorly presented and served. Other than that it was alright! Poor Paul Bertolatta, a great chef turned indentured servant to Steve Wynn.
Hits: shrimp, scallops, desserts
Misses: penne pasta, risotto, fritto misto, service
I would rate Bertolatta as a glorified banquet-like experience.
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