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| - I've driven up and down Koval too many times to count as well as being completely oblivious to anything located on that street unless it was an intersection to turn to get to the Strip. Little did the s/o and I know that there's a little hidden gem of a dive where they allegedly serve up some good Prime Rib, so we just had to make a stop.
We had dinner at their Cafe this past Tuesday night and fast forwarding through the 30-minute wait, we figured that had a to be a good sign, for a little dive casino off the Strip. We get seated and man, it felt like I was in a bad dream; sitting in a semi-dimly lit restaurant, with a little cigarette smoke lingering in the air and decor that matched that of Mike & Carol Brady's vacation home, if they ever had one. Not to mention, the most horrible Karaoke singers I've ever heard. It was quite entertaining, especially for the setting but there were times, it felt like we were on some hidden camera show.
Without hesitation, we both were going to order their King Cut Prime Rib dinner, which came with a salad, veggies and choice of Potato, as well as Root Beer or their house Beer. When our server took our drink order, I ordered a Coke. Apparently, when it came time to order, I wasn't able to sub my Coke for the Root Beer it came with, not sure why, my Coke was technically a penny cheaper. But whatever, I took the Root Beer anyhow...and took the cost of my Coke from our server's tip. Speaking of which, yeah, our server and the restaurant staff was so jaded. Service with a smile goes a long way...and so will your tip, so turn that frown upside down, ladies and gentlemen.
We didn't have high expectations for the Prime Rib, being that was ultra cheap at $13 a pop. When our food came out, I didn't care much for the presentation, as it was quite sloppy. The au jus spilled onto the plate, the sour cream was served it's own individual packet that you had to rip open, the horseradish was in it's own indivdiual plastic cup. But, when all was said and done, I took a bite into the Prime Rib; first bite was good, figured it was the outside because of the seasoning so I started going towards the middle. Second, third, fourth and so on...I finished that slab of King Cut without hesitation. I was so impressed, not that I finished it but, it was a delicious cut of Prime Rib that'd make the bigger, bling casinos on the Strip bow their head in shame. Shoot, I bowed my head in shame for discrediting this spot!
Overall, we'd totally come back to Ellis Island for their Prime Rib again!!!
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