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.
The bar area is somewhat elevated from the restaurant section. There’s a huge, six-panel television behind the bar. On it was a variety of sporting events – primarily football and baseball – along with that annoying Progressive Insurance woman.