IBO TURKISH & MEDITERRANEAN RESTAURANT & BAR (Whew!)
If IBO makes it, it’ll be a miracle. The place is too big, overbuilt by half, too fancy for the food and frustratingly difficult to find the front door of. The cooking didn’t exactly knock our socks off either.
Perhaps its location is the problem — as it occupies a corner of that gargantuan, cluster-f*ck of malls and big box stores occupying about ten thousand acres of the southwest side of Flamingo and the 215.
Here is but a short list of things ELV would feel better about compared to this place’s chances for survival:
- Having a radiologist exclaim: “Very interesting….” after looking at his CAT scan;
- Having Mike Tyson date his sister;
- Having Pete Rose named Major League Baseball’s Commissioner of Ethics;
- Trusting Lindsay Lohan to hold his stash of blow for the weekend;
-Watching Hilary Clinton take the reins as Secretary of State;
-Having Michael Jackson move into his neighborhood and right across the street from an elementary school.*
(*Wait! That actually happened! So far, so good….but you get the point.)
When you drive around one of these behemoth shopping “centers” with their endless “pads” and “islands,” confusion and ugliness, and you realize all the graft and corruption that went into paying off our Clark County Commission to get places like this built — you can practically hear Erin Kenney slurping and swallowing her way through another fund “raising” session with the fat cats that kept her in office so they could build these monstrosities.
Bitter? You betcha!
All of this is by way of saying: any restaurant located in these environs has a couple of strikes against it before ELV even leaves the house.
But truck up there we did, through the maze of parking lots and fluorescent lights, unobservable addresses and sensory overload, just so we could try the newest thing in Mediterranean food in our valley.
Needless to say at this point, we were underwhelmed.
A grainy, lukewarm, red lentil soup of no discernible flavor started things off, followed by a meze platter of pretty decent hummus, well-spiced eggplant salads, and (too cold) stuffed grape leaves — all of which had clearly been waiting in the fridge for hours.
The kasarli kofte (spiced ground beef with kasseri cheese) tasted like warmed-over, well-done hamburgers of no particular breeding, and the coffee was pedestrian (and none too hot).
The whole kit and kaboodle kame to $65 (including tip) and gave us not one good reason to return. If the place is still in operation a year from now, we might.
IBO TURKISH & MEDITERRANEAN RESTAURANT & BAR
9755 West Flamingo Road
Las Vegas, NV 89147