3799 Las Vegas Blvd S
Las Vegas, NV 89109
It may carry the name of America's collective favorite chef, and the food may look stunningly delicious. However. The food was not worthy.
We strolled in here after a long drive and a short workout at the Signature for a snack and some grog.
We all shared several dishes. This one was blue cheese & truffle housemade potato chips. Way too much going on in here. Tasted pretty good, but I think it was a conceptual mess.
Below is a tuna tartare. This tasted fine, but nothing special. I felt like the greens were a little wilty and the tuna itself didn't have enough flavor.
Steak on a stick. What's not to like? Smothered in BBQ sauce this is something one would be served at a neighborhood pot luck block party. I liked the cole slaw on the bottom.
These chicken wings were a fail. crusted in some super thick batter and deep fried, honestly there was almost no meat on these babies. What a waste.
It all made for some pretty photos.
It was only a memorable meal because of the company, and out collective efforts to turn Carrie's frown upside down with a shot of tequila. Carrie on tequila is a sight to behold. One of my favorite things on the planet, but only when necessary!