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| - A Chicago-based mob speakeasy, in Vegas? I was so there last Saturday night for one of my very sporadic date nights with the husband. Located in the old Hooters (yeah, I'm from Vegas, I know these things), I saw that they turned that titty-tastic 80's chicken wing place into a dark, somewhat intimate but very entertaining restaurant and lounge which adorns pictures of mafia legends of long ago. Yup, this place definitely did not resemble the raucous orange splattered nipple nightmare of years before. I was impressed. We had 8:45 pm reservations and so upon entering, you must ring the bell and low and behold, the host greets you from a small cut out in the wall above the payphone, to the right of the door and doorbell. Woo, so speakeasy. And since we had those reservations, dude had no problem letting us in. Don't know if a password is required without reservations, but one need only to check their website for more info. But I think reservations would be most advisable.
Anyway, it's a good thing we had a reservation because the place was packed. We had to wait a few minutes past our reservation time. The host even admitted to us that he'd tell us to go to the bar, but considering how packed it was that night, there was no way we were getting a seat at the bar. Once we were finally seated in a booth, not far from the entrance, we waited a little bit for a server. We weren't in a hurry, we didn't have any other plans or anywhere else to be that evening, so to speak. But we were quite hungry and thirsty.
Having sorta kinda studied the menu before arriving, I chose the eggplant parm and my husband tried the lasagna. We decided against any apps that night, knowing that the entrees would be more than enough. The bread basket came and there were just 5 little slices of what looked like baguette bread with cold individual foil wrapped pads of butter. I was not really impressed with that. If you're an Italian place, offer up warm breads and butter, not this airline bread and butter service! But hey, it's always been said, best not to fill up on bread. So with that, we waited for the cocktails. And because it was a speakeasy and I knew any bar hopping that we may do that night would not offer good red wine, I opted for a dirty martini with blue cheese olives and it was fabulous! The olives were perfect apps for me. The husband had his usual fancy outing drink: a Manhattan. And although dirty martinis go better with steak, I still enjoyed my eggplant parm with my drink. My husband raved about the lasagna, especially the sauce. We each took half of our food home for the next day and it warmed up beautifully.
So I give it three stars only because of the pokey service and the bread basket. I'd like to give this place another go, possibly take my mom here so that she can check it out. I might even entertain having a steak with my dirty martini next time I visit.
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