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The Internet has made the secret menu considerably less secret: this blog even has pictures.
The Internet has made the secret menu considerably less secret: this blog even has pictures.
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Ingredients-intensive dining in Las Vegas
I had a run of success at the blackjack tables; combined with wandering through the MGM Grand and seeing the Craftsteak menu, it was easy to decide to replace the idea of dinner at In-N-Out with a pricy Craftsteak experience Sunday, as I had mused about in October.
My verdict? $11/ounce Snake River Farms Kobe/Black-Angus cross, misleadingly labelled Kobe, isn't worth it in the slightest. Above average, but not much better (if at all) than a good Ray's the Steak filet at a third of the price. Perhaps my "meh" reaction was because it suffered in comparison to the $20/ounce Australian wagyu filet (with the distasteful name of "Kobe Platinum" on the menu), which was remarkable both in the deep red of its interior and its tremendous taste, and made me regret that I didn't also spring for the tartare appetizer. Still, I busted my Maestro record for dinner-for-two: $374 with tip, and we would've crossed $400 if we hadn't been taking Tylenol Cold and felt okay ordering wine. (Here's a reprint of the LA Times article.)
We had sushi Saturday night at Okada (Wynn). The restaurant has pleasant interior decorating, with a beautiful view of the waterfall from most seats (if not the booth they tried and failed to stick us in at first). Unfortunately, the experience validated Frank's Third Rule of Sushi, which I had forgotten: Saturday-night sushi is worse than Friday-night sushi. Good-for-DC, mediocre by Los Angeles standards, and overpriced in either event; luckily, it was a meal that the hotel comped.
Friday night was the disappointing Little Buddha (Palms). Despite its Paris providence, the place is more of a trendy bar than an artisanal restaurant. The menu is interesting, but the dishes don't live up to it; the food was greasy, lacking in picante heat, and otherwise unworthwhile.
The Wynn Buffet is an entertaining and overwhelming incarnation of the Las Vegas standard, and a paean to free-market competition, as it tries to top the previous efforts at the Bellagio, Paris, and Rio, and mostly succeeds, with tremendous variety and relatively good quality. At about $25/head, it's not a great bargain, though, unless you plan to use it for pure gluttony. The service doesn't measure up; both times I went, I saw the waitress maybe a total of twice, and was thus relatively beverage-less.
One of many traits I like about my girlfriend is that, during our walk down the Strip, she countenanced my side-trip into the filthy food court near the Gameworks and Coca-Cola store, where I had half of a Del Taco Del Meat Burrito, presumably made from real Del. Not recommended except for nostalgia reasons.
Contrary to Tyler Cowen's first maxim of American restaurant-going, which I generally agree with, the higher-priced Las Vegas restaurants seemed to do a relatively poor job with "composition-intensive" dishes, which came across as bland or too sweet. The three best plates we had in Las Vegas this weekend were all ingredients-intensive: the Australian Wagyu filet (which was just touched with oregano and kosher salt); an order of shiro maguro sashimi at Little Buddha; and a charcuterie appetizer at Craftsteak, which was a well-selected plate of Italian cuts, each of which was excellent. It could be an issue of tourist-trappism, but then why not cut corners across the board? I suspect that it's more an attempt to Americanize the food for a mostly middle-aged target audience.
My verdict? $11/ounce Snake River Farms Kobe/Black-Angus cross, misleadingly labelled Kobe, isn't worth it in the slightest. Above average, but not much better (if at all) than a good Ray's the Steak filet at a third of the price. Perhaps my "meh" reaction was because it suffered in comparison to the $20/ounce Australian wagyu filet (with the distasteful name of "Kobe Platinum" on the menu), which was remarkable both in the deep red of its interior and its tremendous taste, and made me regret that I didn't also spring for the tartare appetizer. Still, I busted my Maestro record for dinner-for-two: $374 with tip, and we would've crossed $400 if we hadn't been taking Tylenol Cold and felt okay ordering wine. (Here's a reprint of the LA Times article.)
We had sushi Saturday night at Okada (Wynn). The restaurant has pleasant interior decorating, with a beautiful view of the waterfall from most seats (if not the booth they tried and failed to stick us in at first). Unfortunately, the experience validated Frank's Third Rule of Sushi, which I had forgotten: Saturday-night sushi is worse than Friday-night sushi. Good-for-DC, mediocre by Los Angeles standards, and overpriced in either event; luckily, it was a meal that the hotel comped.
Friday night was the disappointing Little Buddha (Palms). Despite its Paris providence, the place is more of a trendy bar than an artisanal restaurant. The menu is interesting, but the dishes don't live up to it; the food was greasy, lacking in picante heat, and otherwise unworthwhile.
The Wynn Buffet is an entertaining and overwhelming incarnation of the Las Vegas standard, and a paean to free-market competition, as it tries to top the previous efforts at the Bellagio, Paris, and Rio, and mostly succeeds, with tremendous variety and relatively good quality. At about $25/head, it's not a great bargain, though, unless you plan to use it for pure gluttony. The service doesn't measure up; both times I went, I saw the waitress maybe a total of twice, and was thus relatively beverage-less.
One of many traits I like about my girlfriend is that, during our walk down the Strip, she countenanced my side-trip into the filthy food court near the Gameworks and Coca-Cola store, where I had half of a Del Taco Del Meat Burrito, presumably made from real Del. Not recommended except for nostalgia reasons.
Contrary to Tyler Cowen's first maxim of American restaurant-going, which I generally agree with, the higher-priced Las Vegas restaurants seemed to do a relatively poor job with "composition-intensive" dishes, which came across as bland or too sweet. The three best plates we had in Las Vegas this weekend were all ingredients-intensive: the Australian Wagyu filet (which was just touched with oregano and kosher salt); an order of shiro maguro sashimi at Little Buddha; and a charcuterie appetizer at Craftsteak, which was a well-selected plate of Italian cuts, each of which was excellent. It could be an issue of tourist-trappism, but then why not cut corners across the board? I suspect that it's more an attempt to Americanize the food for a mostly middle-aged target audience.