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| - Let me start this review off by bragging on the bread. Holy shizballs, the fresh baked bread with the basil and garlic infused olive oil was the bomb. I could have eaten that all day. I wish the other food was on this same level.
So, my first experience with the Grotto was ordering Chicken and Goat Cheese Pizza. The crust was just okay, but I loved the sauce and the goat cheese. The chicken unfortunately tasted boiled versus grilled so it gave a weird one note texture experience and almost blandness. I think I would have enjoyed the pizza as a vegetarian option better. Also, the price I paid for it made me shake my head. Vegas is overly expensive for no reason.
On day two, I was really wanting brunch and their brunch options caught my eye. I HAD to have the Ossobuco Hash. It sounded way amazing. So I ordered and I think it confused the waiter that I wasn't drinking. Look, the prices I've ran into have turned me almost tea totaller. Plus, watching drunk douchebags over the past 24 hours have turned me off.
So I order my food and I'm just people watching while trying to figure out if I can eat my food without choking on the fumes of cigarette smoke- because obviously it's 1995 vs 2015, and my food comes out, I look down and I'm immediately disappointed. I don't see any of the rich colors associated with Ossobuco. It just looks like shredded, boiled beef. Also, I was failing to see the hash part. But the biggest sin were the two petrified volley balls sitting on that plate masquerading as poached eggs. No cook with pride would serve that. No line runner worth their salt would approve that. No waiter paying close attention would let that mess make it to me. They were boiled eggs. For the amount of time I waited (and I'm an easy, easy going person to wait on) and knowing how many hands had to touch that plate, I was kinda livid. Well, more insulted. Not all of us are so drunk that everything looks awesome. I had to track down my waiter and tell him what was wrong and it's like he knew! I'm like WTF, if you knew the eggs weren't poached correctly, WHY would you serve them to me?! With no other moisture in the dish, it hinged on the runny yoke.
So he takes the plate and I wait some more. Finally a woman brings it out and she's cordial enough but something about her gave an air of agitation. Well excuse me doll face for having a sense of culinary pride. I thanked her for my order and was happy to see things looked right. I broke the eggs and was very pleased as the yoke ran beautiful on my plate. I tucked into the meal and it was okay. There were missteps pertaining to layered flavoring and again, the key ingredients of Ossobuco. It definitely wasn't bad, but it wasn't really good or great either. It was just okay.
Do I think I'll eat her again? Nah. I never want to return to Vegas again!
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