As I noted earlier, I didn’t need something from the I-Can’t-Believe-I-Spent-That-Much-For-A-Bottle-Of-Wine cooler. So the Hahn Pinot fit the bill perfectly.
The finish was exquisite, lengthy, and sensual, which gave me a “I’ll have what’s she’s having” moment which the men around me immediately noticed.
If you come into this bar to cheer for the other team, you do so at your own peril.
It’s a stick of butter disguised as a cake. It’s so good. So rich. I felt my thighs fluff and my arteries harden from just one bite.
My friend John Curtas of Eating Las Vegas fame told me in my early Vegas Wineaux blogging career, “don’t review a restaurant after only one visit.” Well, he’s a genuine restaurant critic with years of experience, and except for the occasional stellar or stinky incident, I have taken his advice to heart.
So the overall review of the beers is a positive one. The lagers were novice-friendly, the ales, porters, and stouts (what few there were) were complex and mouthfilling. The IPAs ranged from gently hoppy to “Dude, where’s my tongue?”
The finish was pleasantly bitter, hinting of Meyer lemon and coffee. Delicious. And did a fairly good job of slapping my palate around a bit.
According to the reviews a là Groupon, this is an outstanding restaurant – “The Best Restaurant in Summerlin” it said.
Okay. I’ll bite.
Someone had said that they had really good food and were a “microbrewery” with “hand-crafted beers.” Whatever that was.
As one person told me, “I’ve always wanted to learn about wines, and thought this was a good place to start.” Indeed.
I compare a good mixologist to a good chef; he’s someone who knows his ingredients, preparation, best practices, and how the resulting cocktail should taste.
And then I tasted it. Dammit.