$$$$ + 3 1/2 hours = Michael's
Michael's is located in the Barbary Coast hotel and casino in Las Vegas. One would never know there is a 5 star restaurant in a place where guys in jorts (that’s jean shorts for the uniformed) and women with Marlboro 100s sticking out the side of their mouths play slots and $5 black jack. The moment you walk into this place you expect to see Bugsy Siegel and Mickey Cohen having dinner after whacking a guy in the desert. High backed winged chairs covered in red velvet hide even the biggest of men. The meal starts with a plate of gherkins, picked beets, hard boiled quail eggs and the like. 4-5 waiters and servers attend to your every need. There is a table of 6 or so friends in one of the large tables, another of 4 guys who might possibly be tied to the mob and have been here since Bugsy. Later on in the night some Guido walks in with a prostitute. It's quite a scene.
The boys order cocktails to start the night. We are down one as Long Distance had to fly home early. We missed you bud, but it was great seeing you. We peruse the menu and decide on our meals. I looked at the wine list and pick a solid cab. DM13 got the filet, Rusty and JDawg the Chateaubriand (how cute) and me the lamb special with shallots and apple wine. The salad course comes and everyone is happy. Talking about how DM has been off his game and just finally becoming human again after a long night. At this point the service is unlike anything I have ever experienced and it doesn't disappoint the rest of the night. The Chateaubriand is prepared table side, old school. The food was amazing, the wine great and the company better.
Two plus hours into the meal we are finishing up our main courses. Some time passes and the dessert cart come rolling by. Now normally when they wheel those carts around all the deserts are either plastic replicas or so old that they don't look very appetizing. I shouldn't have been surprised to see that everything was fresh and looked amazing. We are all so full that the thought of dessert might make us explode simultaneously. Yet Rusty just has to order something, strawberry shortcake I believe. Of course we all dive in and then, because there is one piece of cherry cake left, they throw that one table with a plate of chocolate covered goodies. The white chocolate covered kiwi was unusual and very good. I for one can't move and all I want to do is go to sleep. But it's Vegas and no one sleeps.
Three and a half hours have elapsed since we walked in a sat down at Michael's. It was one of the most memorable meals I have ever had and worth the loan inducing bill.
The one thing I will not miss however is the heat coming from Rusty at the craps table (and I don't mean he was throwing hot dice).
The boys order cocktails to start the night. We are down one as Long Distance had to fly home early. We missed you bud, but it was great seeing you. We peruse the menu and decide on our meals. I looked at the wine list and pick a solid cab. DM13 got the filet, Rusty and JDawg the Chateaubriand (how cute) and me the lamb special with shallots and apple wine. The salad course comes and everyone is happy. Talking about how DM has been off his game and just finally becoming human again after a long night. At this point the service is unlike anything I have ever experienced and it doesn't disappoint the rest of the night. The Chateaubriand is prepared table side, old school. The food was amazing, the wine great and the company better.
Two plus hours into the meal we are finishing up our main courses. Some time passes and the dessert cart come rolling by. Now normally when they wheel those carts around all the deserts are either plastic replicas or so old that they don't look very appetizing. I shouldn't have been surprised to see that everything was fresh and looked amazing. We are all so full that the thought of dessert might make us explode simultaneously. Yet Rusty just has to order something, strawberry shortcake I believe. Of course we all dive in and then, because there is one piece of cherry cake left, they throw that one table with a plate of chocolate covered goodies. The white chocolate covered kiwi was unusual and very good. I for one can't move and all I want to do is go to sleep. But it's Vegas and no one sleeps.
Three and a half hours have elapsed since we walked in a sat down at Michael's. It was one of the most memorable meals I have ever had and worth the loan inducing bill.
The one thing I will not miss however is the heat coming from Rusty at the craps table (and I don't mean he was throwing hot dice).
posted by Beaudroux @ 10:17 AM
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