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| - When I saw the tag line "not your daddy's steak house" I was intrigued. I've been to other steak houses that claim to be sexy, modern, different, but they usually fall flat or are underwhelming. STK was quite the opposite. It was a Sunday night, granted we were in Vegas, the dj was spinning and it was clear that despite our late reservation of 9:00pm, the party wasn't over. The stage is set, great vibe immediately and as if the environment wasn't already perfect, our fantastic server, Jill lights up our table with her smile. Not only does this girl know her menu, but her service is efficient, her timing is impeccable, and her recommendations were on point. I started with the Kale salad, the exact light, refreshing predecessor my steak and potatoes entree needed, more props Jill. And the addition of truffle butter, again Jill's recommendation, didn't feel like an upsell because she talked foodie to me and, duh, won my heart through my stomach. The final taste? Donuts. Mother-f***ing donuts. I love donuts, Jill loves donuts, cue angelic choir, naturally we order donuts. The menu description doesn't do it justice, "STK Donuts"? What they should call them is 'perfect bites of heaven.' Crisp, lightly fried on the outside, delicious, melt in your mouth warm pastry on the inside, glazed with maple and candied pecans for a sweet and savory firework in your mouth. Yeah, they were good. Jill sensed it as the food coma started to induce, and knowing we intended to rally after dinner, she brought over two espresso shots. I don't recall the name, but they were also a digestivo. BAM, we were back in the game to party all night. I'll be visiting STK every Vegas trip I have.
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