ELV wants to know one thing and only one thing: Who did Mastro’s have to blow to get such a prime piece of real estate in the Crystals Mall?
We’re not saying the food is bad here, but with every bite, we wished we were at Palm, Morton’s or Ruth’s Chris.
It’s a pretty sad state of affairs when a chain steakhouse, in such an awesome setting, has food that isn’t in the same league as those three’s tired and true formulas.
Exhibit One: the seared tuna steak pictured above. Have you ever seen such an obscene display of too much of one fish? As an entree for one?
But that’s the way they do things here: big and bad(ly).
One the plus side, our Kansas City Strip (basically a larger loin steak with some bone attached) was a good steak, properly cooked, and the butter cake was as addictive as ever. And they gave us enough schlag to clog an army’s arteries.
Also, we have to thank uber-designer Todd Avery Lenehan (an Official Friend Of ELV), for picking up the tab. Like us, he is enthralled with the architecture (and probably let his sense of great design trump his otherwise impeccable taste).
Everything else was so ordinary, it left us hankerin’ for some shrimp remoulade, a steak a la Stone, and some cellophane-wrapped vegetables.
It’s been days and we still can’t get that grotesque image of a solid foot of sliced, seared, mushy, tasteless tuna out of our brains.
And we also can’t forget how hot and sticky the chairs were (causing ELV’s derriere to…uh…well, you get the idea), and how slow the service was.
So we’ll just try to remember the nice time we had at Krista Darnold’s birthday, and the fact that we didn’t have to pay for anything, and leave it at that.
MASTRO’S OCEAN CLUB
In the Crystals Mall
3720 Las Vegas Blvd. South
Las Vegas, NV 89109