Yes. That meatball. That giant, delicious, juicy meatball. I've been here a couple times, first with a big group - no problem for deez guys - white linen, attentive without hovering, well-timed, dramatic "what you hope for when you go to an Italian steakhouse in vegas" performance, nice wine list, huge portions...great experience overall. The second time was a date, and we sat in an almost fully enclosed booth - very romantic, we felt like ballers, and our waiter pulled out all the stops.
In order to get here you must traverse the Fremont Experience, and one of the shoddier casino's in town. But it wouldn't be Vegas if you didn't feel a moment of indescribable, inescapable sadness en route to beautiful indulgence.