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| - Being that it was our last night in Vegas my friends and I opted for a low-key night of dinner and drinks right in our hotel. Stratta seemed like a good option. The decor is great, with dark woods, deep reds, and large plum lamps hanging from the ceiling.
The service was absolutely terrible. Our waiter not only had zero personality, he truly seemed like he wanted us to leave. After we ordered one round of martinis and a personal pizza each, he handed us our check. Um...excuse me...we were planning on drinking some more? Perhaps having dessert?
Not one to be defeated by a rude waiter, I flagged him back down and asked him in my most venomous but syrupy tone, "Excuse me, do you mind if we order more?" He gave us a very insincere apology, took the check back, and took our second round of drink orders. He never even offered to show us the dessert menu.
Our second round of drinks came--and guess what he plopped down on the table with them: the CHECK. It was Sunday night and the place was not anywhere near closing, nor was there a line of people waiting to sit down....WTF?? Didn't we just go over this?
We drank our last round, gave him a crappy tip (which is not my style), and left.
The food was okay; my tomato/basil pizza crust was undercooked and I would have liked more basil. The drinks were seemingly inventive when you read them off the menu, but were not nearly as interesting in real life. My first drink was a gin/raspberry juice/sage martini. I didn't see or taste any sage, and it basically tasted like a cosmo. (The raspberry juice was clearly not fresh, as I would expect it to be for $14.) My second drink was some kind of orange concoction that tasted like an orange Starburst. It was tastey, but too sweet.
Don't bother.
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