Day Two -- Dispatch from the US One Pocket Open

Lou, Onda... Stayed at Mirage in end of July last year, and in May last year (furniture biz). Never went to Onda. I love Italian women, oops - Italian food! It's voted per Google search just now (you peaked my interest), as best Italian in Vegas. It's seemingly not "Chef branded" - like all the Wolfgangscmuck and Chef Ramsey places in Vegas (Ramsey's place at Paris this May was amazing - best MF'g oysters from a selection of the seas ever!)

Onda is to the right of the Brazilian steakhouse at Mirage (loved the Brazilian meaty food there!).

KK9 <-- putting Onda on the list - the power of your reference, TY Lou. You might want to try the gnocchi at the Strat 1st floor, Felinis, albeit a $10 cab drive from Mirage, new home of the Mosconi Cup.

BTW, it's 106 degrees in Vegas ATM. It's 71 in my 840,000 sq ft house, lol.


The best steak I ever had in my life was the Golden Nugget, Vic and Anthony.

OMG.

Ken
 
The best steak I ever had in my life was the Golden Nugget, Vic and Anthony.

OMG.

Ken


(a little late to the party or just trying to rev this one up again :-)

You know, I can't say that I've ever had a great steak in Vegas. A couple of years ago Joey and AlanB and I went and got us some Kobe steak at Michael Mina’s StripSteak at Mandalay Bay -- a place renown for it and thought it was OK, but not truly great.

Lou Figueroa
 
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Steak in Vegas

I just had a steak at the Palms in the high-end steakhouse there -- N9NE. I thought it was pretty sporty.

kollegedave
 
Lou, as you know, to 99% of us gringos, everyone from south of San Diego is "Mexican"

LOL



entertaining story :)


ah, ya... but I'm from San Francisco and speak mit out accent -- did 20 in the USAF. And thanks for the compliment.

Anywhos, I was looking for something else and came across this. Since we're talking about steaks now (and given your avatar), thought I'd throw this snippet in from the 2010 CSI 10Ball Open. I eat hamburger but it was at a Morton's.

(insert flashback music)

For dinner I head over to Morton’s steak house figuring I’ll sit at the bar, have a couple of beers and one of their prime beef burgers. All is going according to plan until two guys sit down next to me. That would be two *wise guys* complete with razor cut hair, dark suits, and watches that probably cost more than your car and my car put together.

The bartender, Jennifer, comes around the bar and kisses them both on the cheeks. And then one of the guys gets up and comes over to me and says, “Would you mind moving over a bit.” And I’m like, "Sure, no problem." But I can tell it wasn't exactly a question. Then the guy says, “No. We’ll just move this extra bar stool out of the way and we’ll all have plenty of room.” The guy removes the stool to my left and I scoot over a little extra giving him plenty of elbow room on my right.

Both guys order the salmon (which is brought over by two servers in tuxes -- my burger is brought out by the bartender). All the while “the guys” are talking about an apartment in Miami and an unidentified guy who has "taken ill” and now I’m REALLY glad we all have plenty of room, because I’m picturing in my mind, that if I accidentally bump the "guy" nearest me, he might just grab one of the big over-sized serrated wooden-handled steak knives they give you at Morton’s and repeatedly stab me in the chest before ordering his dessert.

"The guys" finish their dinners and another server in a tux comes over with a silver tray and offers them complimentary after-dinner drinks. Jennifer the bartender slides my check across the bar and I gratefully pay up and make my way back to The Strip.

Lou Figueroa
 
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