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| - While swimming at Caesar's, I noticed the familiar "Rao's" font on an awning, which I had come to know through random chance at the grocery store one day while shopping for tomato sauce. I was instantly smitten-- seriously, it's one of the best store-bought tomato sauces I have ever had.
So when I saw the Rao's restaurant, I had an instant hankering to give it a try. Against my fiscally conservative judgement and suspicion I was dealing with an overpriced tourist trap, I decided I'd be having my dinner there.
I shared a baked clams oreganata appetizer with my handsome mohawked friend, who looked sorely out of place (we had not planned on fancy dining at the start of our swim adventure). They were succulent and delicious, and we used those tiny forks to get into the microscopic crevice of each clam shell, terrified a small morsel wouldn't make passage to our mouths.
I had a ravioli, with a garlic cream sauce. There were only a few of them on the plate, but they were delicate and well-stuffed with unidentifiable deliciousness.
The service was attentive, the atmosphere was fancy, the food was really great, and they didn't turn us mohawked, pierced, and flip-flop-wearing chlorine-stinking fools away. A really satisfying Vegas dinner!
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