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| - I could not WAIT for this meal. I made the latest reservation possible on Saturday night to accommodate travelin' man's busy poker schedule. We sat next to a family (dining at 10pm? ok, whatever) whose pre-teen son played iPhone games throughout the entire meal and whose 14-15 year old daughter was wearing the kind of trampy mini-dress my (adult) girlfriends wear when they're looking to get nailed three ways from Sunday. Disturbing.
Anyhoo, I did the Cookbook Tasting with wine pairings, and travelin' man, who wasn't feeling as hungry, sweet-talked our waiter into letting him order the smaller lobster pot pie from the tasting menu and a salmon entree.
Amuse: watermelon and feta. Feta was delicious - actually, I thought it was goat cheese.
First: tuna tartare. Hands down best dish of the night. Travelin' man started waxing poetical about how this was the only tuna tartare that could ever compare to a wonderful and mythical tartare he ate in SF back in the day - fast forward to us (well, me) figuring out that the SF tartare was none other than...Michael Mina's! At one of his first restaurants, Aqua.
Second: the famous lobster pot pie. The kitchen was actually out of the tasting size and instead split a full pie between me and the man. Honestly, it was way too much and almost derailed the rest of the meal. Because - how can you stop eating lobster?? Especially with that sauce, and the truffle flavor, and, mmmm... but it's just too damn rich to eat too much of. And eat too much, I did.
Third: Sole with something - clearly very memorable. I was still in a lobster coma, I think. It was delicious. I think.
Fourth: American Wagyu Ribeye with foie gras. Holy orgasm in my mouth, Batman! Oh the richness. Oh the flavors. Oh the buttery goodness that just melted and exploded and composed a symphony, hired and rehearsed the orchestra, and created a masterpiece with each and every lovely bite. Until I was so full that I longed for a vomitorium. Oh wait, dessert!
Fifth: sampler including a s'more bar, chocolate chip cookies, root beer float, and opera cake with chocolate sorbet. I do love me a fancy s'more...
Wine was just ok (to be fair, I had been guzzling cocktails for a decent chunk of the day and I think my digestive system may have been protesting the introduction of more alcohol...). Waiter was pretty awkward, disappointing at a fine dining restaurant, but nothing to cry about. Stuffed like little foie gras duckies, we waddled back out into the Vegas night...
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