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| - This place is a godsend for someone on The Strip looking for some craft beer, or just beer with taste that doesn't have "Bud" or "Lite" in the name. Sorry, getting a little judgmental.
Speaking of, when seated at a table for four (was surprised they sacrificed one for just me, a walk-in) I was provided an iPad which contained all the menus for all the beer. I didn't see anyone else with an iPad though, which I thought was peculiar. Frustration kicked in when I tried to order two beers and they were out of both. Why not have the menus update this information? Regardless, the "beer cicerone" was able to help me pick something comparable. They have many canned beers, which they take pride in. So what did I do? Ordered canned beer. Why not-it's Vegas.
Had the Poutine for the appetizer (which was enough for one person's entree): thin, seasoned fries with duck confit, thick cheese curds, a sunny side egg and a gravy that the waiter poured on the dishin person at the table. He even asked me if I was ready (which spooked me a little-uh, ready for what?) This, my friends, was THE. BEST. POUTINE. Everything was perfect, especially that spooky gravy. It's also hard to find poutine stateside that has quality cheese curds.
Entree was their version of Chicken (Quail) and Waffles: buttermilk fried quail and waffles served with greens with lemongrass butter and Moose Drool (a brown ale from Montana) syrup. It was ...good, but not great. I think I was just wanting fried chicken and waffles and not have to fight with quail bones (no fault of theirs.)
For my (and your) finale was a Chocolate Stout Layer Cake with Malted milk ice cream and, AND, caramelized bacon rice crispies. To be honest, the only, ONLY, reason I got this? To see what bacon crispies tasted like. I was already full of food and beer. I knew the chocolate cake was going to be rich and decadent and yes, the crispies did indeed taste like bacon.
I waddled back to Caesar's a happy man.
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