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| - My first thought when seated was, "It's a good thing all of these world class stores aren't doing any business because it sure takes the edge off a high-dining experience along the mall food court railing". Our table felt like a satellite location for a sparkling contemporary version of daddy's classic steak house. And we weren't even seated in the satellite (you'll get it if you visit). It just seemed surreal for a "room" with such distinguishing attributes. I won't hold that against them, much.
It was just my son and I that visited to celebrate his 21st. Matt was our dining guide and he was fun. Not like, "let's have a Vegas night!", fun. Just that he carried his demeanor well and kept his smile on. He was very, very consistent in that his presentation to each of the three tables nearby was identical, and specific. He was meticulous to ensure accuracy and satisfaction.
We were completely impressed by the young lady and gentleman entertaining the room. We later learned that it was their first night at Mastro's. Their acoustics in that challenging environment are absolute perfection and their talents are superior.
We went light on the openers which were supplemented by an abundant variety of stellar bread choices. My son is All-American in his need for a Calamari appetizer. It was the best we'd ever had, and maybe will. I had the Ocean Club Salad and, again, maybe the best complete salad I've ever enjoyed. My son ordered the Bone-In KC Strip a little less than medium and he dubbed it The Crown Jewel of his steak experiences. He couldn't finish it and he finishes everything. I asked for the Bone-In Ribeye. Matt helped me herd descriptives into a perfectly cooked finish. I'm still thinking it's the fact that I live in Colorado, where even onions and garlic sometimes have difficulty offering flavor, but if it's possible to have too much natural flavor in a steak, it happened. I'm taking accountability on that one, because it's not Mastro's fault I live at high altitude. This was a huge steak and I hardly dented it. We sided up a strong contender for best garlic mashed, which we carried out more of than we ate. So we get this this lovely shopping bag, consistent with the elevated neighborhood, to carry our midnight snack down the strip with.
I have so many reasons to go 5 star all over this place and fractions of thoughts about why I wouldn't. Those fractions, the bulk of which are carried by the food court railing ambiance, add up to one. And I won't insult Matt because I liked him.
When I return in May, I might just take the other half of the family because I can't go wrong on this one.
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