Meat. Cabernet. And, if you insist, a salad. Health, you know.
I always compare the smell of a clean restaurant to clean laundry. You may not know exactly how it's supposed to smell, but you know it when it's there.
Good thing they don't depend on me because once I get past the nickel video poker machines, my palms start to sweat.
So I also ordered an iced tea. Which was interesting, because although our very diligent beverage guy made sure that our glasses were filled, there was no actual “ice” involved until he asked us if we needed ice for our iced tea.
We – the locals – were spared having to pay the fees until December 29, when, according to the thought processes of the MGM Illuminati, locals would pay, too, therefore increasing their revenues by – get this! – millions. Hahahaha! Delusional!
Well, my friends Rick and Jarlene went to Cambria, California - actually Paso Robles – for Rick's special birthday. I won't say how old he is, but let's just say that he's been around the block a time or two. Or several.
But make no mistake – it is a serious, fully-staffed and stocked kitchen, and the food is no joke. While you will be paying Mirage prices, you can also expect Mirage quality. Excellent. This ain't bar food. Dammit again.
Besides, once more people know about it, it'll be harder for me to get into the really great dinners. Less for me.
While I was at it, I also ordered a glass of Ampelos Pinot Noir which was served in a heavy tumbler. I had no qualms.
So what do you do when you've had the opportunity to visit one of the best restaurants in Vegas and do a review, but you're with your main squeeze? You punt.