On the outside, there's rednecks in cut off jean shorts, wife beaters and flip flops and on the inside, there's pretentious snobby ass billionaire playboy wannabes pretending like they know what they're eating. They know only one thing in here... That the dumb blonde next to him will be giving him the best head he has ever had since the brunette last night next door at L'Atelier. Sad thing he will come before the check will... Bastard.
But I'm here for one thing... A light snack before the next trip to Guy Savoy. Let's take a quick bite...
Entree... Translates to "Come on in, bitches!"
Amuse Bouche. Cherry gazpacho with pistachio and ricotta.
Bwead cart. Friggin redunkalis.
Le Homard. Lobster with cauliflower.
Le Petit Pois. Pea soup with langoustine and Argan oil.
Le Veau. Veal cheeks in Thai bouillon, vegetable couscous and broccoli.
Le Canard. Duck and Foie Gras with sweet and sour cherries and fresh almonds.
JR's super duper famous whipped mashed taters aka Pommes Puree. No butter was used, I swear.
La Fraise. Strawberry Daiquiri with yogurt sorbet and pop rocks.
Chocolate souffle. It was terrible... Terribly delicious.
Dessert nibbles cart thinger. All you can eat! Fat fuck.
Nibbles.
Nibs.
And more niblets.
To go doggie food bag.
If you can stop by for a quick bite, I totally recommend it. Was it the best Frog grub I have ever eaten? No, but it was pretty damn good. Best French meal I have ever had was in London... Yeah, London, where Benny Hill is from. But for Vegas, this Frog is getting the job done.
4.5 Stars.
MGM Grand Hotel and Casino
3799 South Las Vegas Boulevard
Las Vegas, NV 89109
(702) 891-7358
http://www.mgmgrand.com/restaurants/joel-robuchon-french-restaurant.aspx
1 comment:
We had nearly the same meal. If I ever commit a terrible crime and am sentenced to the death penalty, this is what I want for my last meal.
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