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| - I promised myself I would wait until I cooled off to write a review of this place, because I was so incredibly disappointed and just plain mad at the time. But a few months later, the sad experience is still lingering in my memories so here goes.
We were in Vegas for our one year dating anniversary/Super Bowl, and wanted a truly romantic off-strip place to celebrate. The reviews of this place painted a perfect picture, so we made a reservation for that Saturday at 6:30 (we like to eat early like old people).
From the moment we entered, things were off-kilter. Sure, it was an early reservation so the restaurant was mostly empty, but the host was nowhere to be found. About 5 minutes later a man in a tuxedo poked his head out from the kitchen and seated us in a very romantic (read: dark) corner, side by side. It was a bit cheesy, but we went with it. This was, after all, supposed to be very old school. We were then treated to the history of the restaurant and how Bobby Darin died before it came to be. Sad.
I had a hankering for the escargot, which I usually love, so I opted for the 3-course prix fixe meal while the man got the steak. Our waiter was very brusque, and I couldn't tell if this was part of the act or he was just a jerk. If it had been an act, I wish he'd at least have the decency to have a fake accent. But no, it was strictly American.
The food came out a long while after the basket of crudites disappeared, and by then the restaurant had started to fill, and we kept hearing the same story about Bobby Darin and the Rat Pack. The host was obviously also working as a server, though his effusive manner was a stark contrast to Non-Accented Jerk Waiter. The host (whose name I wish I remembered, he was so very sweet) clearly loved the restaurant. I wanted to love it too. But then I started in on my escargot pasta. And it was just plain terrible.
If the French are believed to be the kings of classic cuisine, please tell me how I ended up with a completely bland dish in front of me? And how did my boyfriend's filet mignon taste like NOTHING? There was no seasoning on or in either of our dishes. The red wine sauce that accompanied the steak tasted burnt so it was not an option to drizzle over his steak. After copious amounts of salt added, the food was salvageable, but just barely.
He finished his steak before I got halfway through the pasta, but Jerky Unaccented Waiter cleared both dishes anyway. I was surprised and tried to say something...to no avail. We were served the sorbet dessert and left to our own devices. That's when the lovable host returned and asked if something had been wrong with the pasta. The chef saw that it was returned and wanted to make sure I wasn't unhappy. I didn't have the heart to tell him it tasted awful before I dropped a salt lick over it, and basically said it grew legs and disappeared before I could finish it. He then gave us an extra dessert as recompense.
We asked for the check and that took an additional 10 minutes, then 10 more minutes before it was picked up after we laid down the credit card. As we were finally escaping the host ran up to us and gave us a business card, noting that there we were on it (the two lovebirds). He such a sweetheart, it kind of kills me, but our dinner was terrible and it was the exact opposite experience we hoped for on our first anniversary. So we went back to our hotel and celebrated the way we should have to begin with...
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