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My husband and I were in Vegas and my good friend was introducing us to her boyfriend for the first time. I was so exited and told her to choose a spot. Oh. My. Gosh. She chose quite well. So glad I packed my fancy clothes, ya know what I mean? Huh? Huh? Yeah. *Wink*
As a group of four, we split the Italian Buffalo Mozzarella, Baby Spinach, Brussels Sprouts and Maui Onions. I decided that if I was going to try Hand-Cut Wagyu Beef Tartare, it was going to be at Craftsteak. The table was silent and I felt like Alice drinking from the bottle. It was...different. Almost like, err, cold taut pasta.
The warm bread is worth it. Trust me. And now for the steak. I'm not much of a meat eater, but once again, "When in Rome".... I went for the Prime Filet Mignon. I took a bite and closed my eyes.
My mini vision quest...
Me (In my purple Bestey Johnson number, heels and all, floating in the sky): Why, hello, cow. You're in heaven, I see.
Cow (flying in the sky, complete with golden halo and wings): So (rubbing its hooves together): What do you think? Juicy enough. Not to gamey?
Me: Oh, Cow. (Hugging cow). You were wonderful. Thank you for providing me with protein from your body and unwillingly sacrificing your life for this meal. Bless you.
Cow: (Blushing) Why, thank you! See you in hell, traitor! (Drop kicks me back to Earth)
***POOF!!!!!***
Whoa. Yeah, it was guilty good. So good, my husband ate the leftovers before I got to them. Sigh. It was a fantastic meal. For the record, they do have vegetarian options, but the vegetarian tasting menu has a two person minimum. Pricey, but the memories are priceless.
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