The cafe at the Springs Preserve has gone through a couple of changes in management in its comparatively short life, and right now it’s at the top of its game.
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When a restaurant has been in business in Las Vegas for 20 years, you might get the idea that they’re doing something right, and in the case of The Pasta Shop Ristorante & Art Gallery, you’d be correct.
Breakfast is big business in Las Vegas.
So here’s how Nacho Daddy’s owner and management see their establishment: as “an American grill with Mexican flair” (also expressed as an “American-Mexican collision”).
I suffered from Goldilocks syndrome at Gordon Ramsay Pub & Grill at Caesars Palace.
Here’s the thing I liked most about Honey Salt: One of us had the lamb Porterhouse ($32), the other a pizza Margherita ($12). And not only did the variety and flexibility of the menu make us happy, so did the way in which the dishes were executed.
My first impression of Gaetano’s Ristorante after having not been in for several years? That it smelled like a Strip resort.
“The Wing Experts,” Wing Stop calls themselves (itself?), and they’ve even trademarked it.
The Black Bear Diner almost made me start lecturing about portion sizes.
As soon as our server at Jerusalem Grill brought us a bowl of warm garbanzo beans sprinkled with cumin and one of pickled vegetables, I began to get a good feeling about the place.
I’m frequently asked how I choose restaurants to be reviewed, the answer being that there are a number of methods. With Jammin’ Jerk Hut, I followed my nose.
I have the utmost respect for Chef Carla Pellegrino and the work she’s done locally, formerly at Rao’s at Caesars Palace and currently at Bratalian in Henderson. I thought the Meatball Spot at Town Square was a brilliant concept and have heard tons of good things about it.
Kelly’s Prime Steak & Seafood is nothing if not an old-school steakhouse.
I was looking forward to digging into some shredded pork skin and egg loaf at Lilly’s Thai & Vietnamese, but alas, it was not meant to be.
A complaint I hear often is that Henderson — and Summerlin, so I guess it’s a ’burb thing — has a surfeit of chain restaurants and not enough of the mom-and-pops. It’s a valid argument on the whole, and comes into focus whenever another good spot closes.
Over the years I’ve been doing this, I can’t tell you how many calls and emails I’ve received from people looking for “real” Chinese food.
Why in the world would you want to go to a restaurant in Pahrump when we have a surfeit of good ones in Las Vegas?
India Masala Bar & Grill advertises that its lunch buffet ($10.99) is the largest in Las Vegas. I haven’t yet experienced it but I have no doubt that if nothing else it’s a big hit, considering the restaurant’s location just west of Flamingo Road and Maryland Parkway in the university district and not far from the tourism corridor. But here’s the thing: I couldn’t help feeling that vestiges of the lunch buffet bled over into the dinner hour.
I should have known that something as ostensibly simple as garlic knots wouldn’t be so simple if it came out of Giovanni Mauro’s kitchen.
Somewhere, I am confident, it’s written that every Las Vegas casino of any size has to have a steakhouse, an Italian restaurant and a Mexican restaurant. Slots? Certainly. Table games? Probably. Keno? Maybe not. Those three restaurants, though? They’re a lock, because they represent the most popular restaurant genres in the country.
The chicken brought to our table was a culinary work of art, so uniformly golden as to reflect the proverbial Midas touch.
Sansone Park Place, a strip center on South Eastern Avenue, is quite the mecca for foodies these days.
Among the things you really don’t want to hear after putting your name on a restaurant waiting list and killing time for 45 minutes: “I can’t find it. Go ahead and seat them.”