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| - Really, really excited for my night here. Made reservation through my credit card company, fearing my hotel concierge wouldn't come through, as we weren't staying on-property. We were seated upstairs, which had less ambience than Parasol Up, the high-traffic albeit somewhat posh lobby bar down the hall. Noisy and a constant parade of the Jersey Shore crowd headed to XS and Tryst. No offense, but a bit chav-tastic for dinnertime. And this is Vegas....
We were seated at 8:45 on a Friday night. Server informed us they were already sold out of langoustine, the signature dish. Really? After we pestered him twice to inquire, sure enough they were able to come up with six for our table. This defies logic. Maybe because we said, "We came for the langoustine." Who knows?
The langoustine didn't disappoint. Everything you've heard and more. I cannot come up with the words to do it justice. That crustacean didn't die in vain. There, I've said it.
Proceeded on to entrees. Three of us had the red snapper special, two split the red snapper on the regular menu, and one conscientious objector had the filet. I was among those who had the special. Looks 10, dance 3. Beautiful presentation, ahhhmazing sauce, fishy fish. Coulda, shoulda, woulda had the sea bass.
I'm not a dessert eater, but my dining parters raved about the gelato and sorbets.
Bottom line, by all means go and experience the wonder that is the langoustine. But there are better places in Vegas for the rest. Though I die a little inside saying it, I won't be back.
Sorry Bartolotta, I wanted to love you but ended up only loving things about you.
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