I like Las Vegas. I recognize that not everyone likes Las Vegas. Take the spendthrift. I see that. Yet after spending the big bucks hearing Danny Gans ape everyone from Peter Cetera of Chicago to Billie Holliday (he’s better at Billie, anything in the higher ranges he really nailed), is there anything better than this.
Chowhound extraordinaire Joe H once claimed that his first bite of a double-double animal style was as good as anything he’s eaten including various 3 star places. Now, I have zero experience eating at any of France’s best, but I do know there is something grippingly tasty about this burger. I attribute it to molecular gastronomy. Of course it’s fast food meat, fast food toppings, but the specific flavors here, the griddling in mustard, the soft bite of grilled onions, the icky chemicals in the secret sauce. Gosh, it hits the spot like few other things can, especially at around midnight, with the lights glowing in the distance. I’d say that the fries are not nearly as good as they can be—a bit on the pasty side—given their fresh slicing and genealogy (Maine Kennebec). Maybe next time I should dip back into the secret menu and order them crisp.
I like Las Vegas. I recognize that not everyone likes a buffet. Good buffet, tall midget, right? I recognize that some things don’t hold up very well on a buffet, nor can too much artisanship go into the feeding of 1,000’s each day. But I like buffets. I love to sample. Try. Dig into the over abundance of Las Vegas buffets. At top buffets, like the one we visited, at the Wynn, there are all sortsa fun things to eat regardless of any buffet faults. And value, I would say that both my wife and I more than ate our ticket in white anchovies, smoked trout, and large boiled shrimps. The teriyaki flank steak, leg of lamb, Kobe meatballs, ceviche, sausages, these things were not throwaways either, especially good were the salads, and I know we could have helped Steve Wynn’s bottom line just eating these. At the end, about 75% of the desserts worked, including tiny baba au rhums and cookies my wife called “the best ever.” The experience was really cemented by a post buffet visit to the sports bar, with big comfy chairs. They work hard to pour beer here (using a cocktail shaker to get rid of beer deemed to foamy).
I like Las Vegas. I like Las Vegas because it has attracted many (most?) of the top chefs in the USA to open outposts of their work. I recognize that some claim these are poor copies. Fluff. Catering to palates that seek style over substance. Well, let me say, I like style. Many of these restaurants have style in spades. Some like Alex Stratta’s namesake in the Wynn or Jean Georges Vongerichten’s Prime in the Bellagio are over the top luxurious in décor. Others like Michael Mina’s Strip Steak or Charlie Palmer’s Aureole both in Mandalay Bay are at least very snazzy. And food, I’ve had some clunker’s over the years including aforementioned Prime, and Palmer’s Steakhouse. Some times there’s style and good food.
I reported on a favorable meal last June at Craftsteak in the MGM Grand. I nearly duplicated that meal last week. In fact, I’d say the worst thing about my meal last week was that near duplication. Sure, I don’t mind eating Kobe beef tartare and Kobe rib eye again, hell I could eat those dishes once a week. What bugged me was the same mashed potatoes and the same asparagus (in December?!?) and the same molten chocolate cake. Nonetheless, except for some gritty scallops—Ms. VI accurately noted that this was exactly the kinda thing that would get Chef Tom’s ire on Top Chef—the meal was very well executed. It’s a dim room so I did not think pictures would work. We had besides the dishes mentioned, a high quality arugula salad, Kobe flat iron steak; assorted wild mushrooms, monkey bread with caramel dipping sauce, fresh strawberries and pineapple, two ice creams (candy cane and caramel) and two sorbets (pineapple and something).
I am impressed with Tom Colicchio’s Craftsteak. He’s trying. So is Todd English with his Olives. Granted, he does not have to do much with an outdoor café overlooking Bellagio’s big fake lake. On a pleasant afternoon, we ordered a ton of food.


I could quibble with things here and there. The chick peas needed about 10 more minutes in boiling water; the tomatoes served were rather inexcusable, the tuna could have been a bit better. What the hay, I was so mesmerized by the bread and tapenades I barely wanted to eat anything else anyways, really outstanding bread. There was so many other well conceived items, the combination of vinaigrette and grilled seafood more than made up for the tough beans; the lemon aioli went great with the average tuna, his olive oil potatoes were even better than the nigh before’s potato flavored butter at Craftsteak, and who the hell care about anything with that flatbread. The dessert was lemon crème brule with huckleberries, not so bad either. This was my favorite of a bunch of food eating.
More favorite than Craftsteak? I like to think that three big plates of Filipino food a few hours earlier did not limit my opinion. I mean I was pretty full mid-way through that dinner, but I looked at our snicky-snack at Goldilocks a few hours earlier as just another reason I like Las Vegas. Or as I told Dave Feldman the other day, you know you are a Chowhound when you preface your Kobe tasting menu with this:
(I cannot find my Goldilocks menu, so these are not perfect translations of what we had)
This is one of about five types of noodles offered; it’s a mix of egg noodles and cellophane noodles, with a heavy hand of garlic
I noticed the fried chicken on another table and had to try
Our waiter first hesitated when we ordered this, then was quite happy, it seems this is a very popular Filipino snack. I’d call it, “a dish not generally made for the squeamish.” It was, chopped pigs stuff, liver, spleen, who knows, crispy pig skin, and other things not identified. You shmear the egg over and also squirt some lemon. It was good, really good.
I like Las Vegas because it is a pretty interesting city outside the realm of the Strip. I think it’s no accident that it reminds me a bit of parts of LA. Surely folks like Steve Z have whetted my appetite for what's out there. We really wanted to explore some of “our” (e.g. LTH, e.g. GNR) kinda places during our stay. We fell into Goldilocks when we needed something else in the same strip mall (that’s strip with a small s). We had no idea what Goldilocks was, but it was bright, clean, and filled with Filipino families eating. It turns out that Goldilocks is something akin to the Hostess Cup Cake, the McDonalds and the Denny’s of the Philippines all rolled into one. But with good food, really good food. All the food was made to order, the things supposed to be crisp, crisp, the things soft, soft and the things gross, gross. There was lots of interesting looking baked goods, including many made with the purple ube root. I wished they served some of that in the restaurant. Still, curiosity took over and we had to try the above. I have to say, that Filipino food is one I know very little. Goldilocks has one outpost in Las Vegas but about ten or so in California. One in Chicago would be nice.
Probably the first place that would get a GNR if LTHForum opened a Vegas outlet would be Lotus of Siam. One of the best Thai restaurants in the USA is just one more reason why I like Las Vegas. The thing I and some others have wondered, is LOS better than what we have in Chicago, Spoon, TAC, etc.? The answer is yes and no. I think most of the menu is only “as good” as the best of Chicago favorites like Thai Avenues. Yet, in one way, LOS excels. They grill. Sure a lot of Thai places grill, or offer things like salads with grilled meats. No place in Chicago grills like LOS. With real charcoal, the grilled taste is exquisite against the Thai seasonings. This is not the greatest picture, but I think you get some idea about how good this dish is.
Grilled beef salad with Thai chilies and garlic
I like Las Vegas
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