SENSI Remains Sensational
Martin Heierling does double duty these days between Sensi and Silk Road, but neither restaurant seems to suffer for it. Call it Germanic dedication, serious chops, or just plain passion; he brings a certain precision to every recipe and format he touches.
How else to explain the continued deliciousness of Sensi — a restaurant that is, by turns Italian, Thai, a steakhouse, Japanese and Indian. Tandoori? They may do it as well as anyone around. Naan? Ditto. Tom ka kai with shrimp? Puts almost every Thai restaurant’s version in town to shame.
You can get steaks and pasta here and find nothing to complain about, but we find the Indian tandoori, raita, mint sauces, kheer (rice pudding), and tempura to be where our palate always heads.
About the only thing we’ve had that left us shaking our heads is the $28 pad Thai — a skimpy portion of a poorly executed copy of a classic dish that’s done better all over town for 1/3rd the price.
But we’ll forgive Martin this single mishap, as just about everything else in his repertoire is right on.
One of the most righteous things remains the house-made ginger ale – a refresher so bracing, it’s worth driving across town for, parking at the Bellagio, and taking a stroll to Sensi just for a sip.
Yeah, it’s that good.
SENSI
In the Bellagio Hotel and Casino
3600 Las Vegas Blvd. South
Las Vegas, NV 89109-4303
702.693.7223
Restaurant reviews, quips, picks and pans-with some seriously salivating history-from the man who eats his way through Sin City every day.
July 15th, 2010 at 7:58 am
The pig has made another appearance ! Must be your prop and I like it. My wife wants one too . Look forward to checking out Sensi again
March 16th, 2011 at 8:36 am
I realize this is an archived post, but came across it while researching restaurants for an upcoming Vegas visit. I, too, am a big fan of Sensi and ESPECIALLY their house-made ginger ale. Alas, I cannot convince my spouse or friends of the Sensi excellence. Maybe because last time we were there, we were seated in front of the prawn tank where the doomed creatures’ antennae writhed in anxiety. No one ordered seafood…