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| - I'm not gonna lie: I have a man crush on Gordon Ramsay. Don't get me wrong, he's not Sam Jackson or the Rock, but he's definitely on the list. So when I was in Vegas for my buddy's wedding and happened (or, more accurately, drunkenly stumbled upon) this place, it was game on.
Located inside Planet Hollywood, Bugr has the now trademarked glass enclosed fire that Gordon Ramsay seems to enjoy a little too much. (I'm not saying that Ramsay is an arsonist, but if one of his restaurants burned down I think we can all agree he's a preeeeeety good suspect.)
I went on a Sunday afternoon around 1 and it was packed. The line snaked around the perimeter of the restaurant, and many of the bigger parties left because of the 45 minute wait time. Smaller parties, like mine, waited about 20 minutes. The hostesses were extremely courteous and polite, which I imagine can not be easy when you consider the the sheer number of drunken assholes trying to grab them inappropriately. I don't necessarily know why Vegas (and Bugr is no exception) feels the need to put every woman working in the town in a short/tight/skimpy outfit, though. I get it if I'm at the Spearmint Rhino, but at Bugr? It just seemed a little unnecessary. However, that being said - wooo! I love boobies, so maybe I'm being a bit disingenuous.
After our short wait we spent pondering gender inequities in modern society (cause, you know, were deep like that and stuff) we were escorted to our table. There is a giant touch screen menu on the exterior of the restaurant, so we already had a fairly good idea of what we wanted. The menu is fairly small with maybe a dozen burgers, (some chicken, fish, and vegetarian options available), a few hot dogs, some appetizers, a handful of salads and a smattering of milkshakes. I went with the farm burger, which had duck bacon and a fried egg, and my buddy had the hell's kitchen burger. We also ordered the Parmesan truffle and sweet potato fries. To start we had jalapeno poppers. Those jokers may have been the highlight of the meal. They are served in individual dipping cups in case you're worried about getting cooties from your dining companions, and come with a bacon cheddar sauce. One of the six does not have the seeds removed which makes for a fun game of intestinal Russian roulette, especially if someone in your party can't handle a little spice. The fries were OK. The truffle Parmesan were a little too crispy for me, closer to being burned. The sweet potato fries had some seriously delicious dipping sauce accompanying them. I think it was honey mango chipotle flavored or something like that. The burgers are fantastic. My first bite literally melted in my mouth. The duck bacon was an interesting component, but ultimately, it was overpowered by the burger itself. I saw some kid next to me put ketchup on his burger and it was all I could not to snatch him out of his chair. You should NEVER put any condiment on a good burger or steak; the meat speaks for itself. (Sidenote: who brings their kids to Vegas? You mean your kid will appreciate a trip to the land of debauchery and excess more than a trip to Disneyworld? You could be having pictures with Micky and dinner with Goofy, but instead your kid has pictures with penis impersonators -seriously happened - and dinner with Chardonnay, the stripper?! Parenting fail.)
Overall, Bugr is a great place. The wait staff, particularly Chris, was phenomenal and friendly and the burger was great. The price is comparable to other Vegas locations and you can knock eat at a celebrity chef's restaurant of your fatboy bucket list. Its not the best burger I ever had, but its close.
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