I just returned from Las Vegas. Mrs. JiLS should be here shortly (traveling on different planes due to my work that includes a couple of stressful year-end closings). Anyway, Friday night I rolled into Las Vegas, met up with Mrs. JiLS and our friend Emme from L.A. (ex-of Paris ... France, not Las Vegas) and we walked into Tao at the Venetian approximately 15 seconds before they gave away the table. Wish we'd loitered some in the Venetian's lobby, because Tao is truly, amazingly bad, in the way that only a place that is also obscenely expensive can be. First, the entire theme of the place is a ludicrous cultural mish-mosh ... despite the name, the only Taoist reference in the entire place is the restrooms ("Yin" for the Ladies, "Yang" for the fellas). Otherwise, the place is pumped full of Buddhas -- a gigantic 30-foot tall Buddha, nooks filled with gold-leaf Buddhas, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha! Everywhere. (Note for Tao managers: Buddhism is to Taoism as penguins are to bicycles.) The pretention and vapidity is matched only by the preciousness and airheaded optimism that if we just throw enough spaghetti at the wall, we'll be PoMo abstract expressionist scenemakers. (N.B: No, you won't.)
Anyway, Tao was awful. Food was about equivalent to P.F. Chang's; you can't exactly say it's terrible, but there is no inclination to go back. A decent peppery shrimp appetizer was tasty, but the $9.00 "Bamboo Steamed Chicken and Water Chestnut Dumplings" were just fair to middling pot stickers. The "Thai Fish Hot Pot with Lobster, Scallops, Shrimp, Squid and Clams" was a decently spiced broth with a reasonable volume of seafood, but nothing special, either. Well, I won't waste anymore time typing about the yawn-inducing and 50% to 100% overpriced food of Tao anymore. They clearly seem to be targeting young scenesters and/or rubes with unsophisticated taste who are easily impressed with pretention and without a cultural frame of reference to properly load up their bullshit detectors; like so much of Las Vegas and any other resort town, of course. As just one example, the fact that they consistently and insistently mispronounce their own name ... well, anyway.
Service at Tao was incompetent and offensive -- including sending a second-stringer out after we ordered our appetizers, not once but twice, to pressure us into ordering our main course when we were not ready to do so, because clearly they wanted us to leave as soon as possible to make room for the nightclubbers who were lining up outside as we ate (see more below). Also, our first bottle of wine was obviously corked. When I rejected the bottle, the cretin of a wine steward said, and I quote, "What's wrong with it?" My initial reaction was, "I don't like how it tastes, Jethro." But I bit my tongue and politely suggested it might be a little tiny bit CORKED. The wine was taken away and not replaced ... although they generously gave us the opportunity to order and pay for another bottle. Ten minutes later, the wine steward felt the need to come back to our table to inform us that the wine was "not corked, just not cooled to the right temperature." This was the wrong thing to say for two reasons, first of all because it was false, but second because if you were trying to defend yourself as the Tao wine god, wouldn't it be preferable to agree that a wine was corked (something wholly outside your control) than to admit/assert it was not served at the proper temperature (something entirely within your control and therefore YOUR FAULT)? Anyway, Tao sucked. Don't go there, ever. When we left at around 10:00, approximately 500 people (I am not exaggerating here) were waiting to get in, as they turn the place into a nightclub around that time. So that explains the handling we got from the second string server.
Saturday, we ate at Joel Robuchon's L'Atelier (not the big restaurant) at MGM Grand. Here, while the food was not up to expectation or price, at least it was an honest presentation and the service was impeccable. We arived at the stroke of 8:15 (our reservation time) and they had no place for us; three glasses of Champagne and sincere apologies were promptly provided. This meal was also not worth the cost ($650 for three diners) and was deeply disappointing. Two dishes were ethereal and transcendant (a lobster carpaccio and a foie gras and chestnut "soup" (actually a foam)); otherwise, the food was just competent but neither inspiring nor particularly delicious. In a similar price range, Alinea would wipe up the floor with these guys. It was not in the same class of unscrupulous rip-off represented by Tao at the Venetian (clearly these guys in the kitchen, who we could watch just like a Steak & Shake, were sincerely involved with what they were doing), but it just fell short. Wine pairings, by the way, were amazingly good and surprisingly affordable compared to the prices of the menu itself.
Sunday night we ate at the 46 steakhouse at the Flamingo, which had the advantage of being in our hotel. Other than that, it was pretty mediocre and not something I would recommend.
Finally, let me note that our friend Emme, who among other places has lived in Paris for a number of years, really liked the Paris Las Vegas hotel, found it charming and, in particular, LOVED Mon Ami Gabi. Now, those who are only familiar with the Chicago original should note that the Las Vegas MAG has "cafe" seating on the Strip that is amazingly fun to while away people-watching time. But beyond the perfectly reproduced Paris cafe environment, the fresh baguettes impressed the heck out of our ex-Parisienne friend (it is extraordinarily good bread; I think the loaves at Sabatino's are the only rival in my experience). Basically, MAG got a lot right and not much wrong, and as I reafirmed on our Sunday lunch there, a lot better than Joel Robuchon's L'Atelier. So that's the verdict on French impressionism in Las Vegas eateries.
One last note, the coffee served at the snack bars in the Flamingo is approximately 75% better than you would ever expect it to be. And you can drink it while wandering among the African penguins, flamingos and oher exotic birds that wander the back lot. So that, plus the slots, can take your mind off the crappy dining experiences. Next time, I will allow more time to get to LOS and other worthy places; this visit was more about having fun and catching up with our friend on a lark in Las Vegas at New Year's.
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