Can you condemn a new restaurant after two dishes? No, but you can give the public fair warning.
Whatever is going on at the Hotel California (perhaps the dumbest name for a restaurant…ever), there isn’t enough pink champagne on ice in the whole world to make this place a success.
The above two dishes — Chef Martin’s French nachos, and thick, rolled, hard taquito shells stuffed with duck mush — would be an insult to a bad home cook. Those nachos were nothing more than potato sticks (or strips of stale nacho chips — it doesn’t matter) festooned with blobs of cheap brie and hard, almost un-chewable chorizo slices). The duck taquitos came with a small dish of some kind of fruit jam that, ELV assumes, was there to give the tasteless hash some flavor.
Along with two bottles of Pellegrino, our bill came to $40, including tip.
ELV apologizes for not posting this sooner, in order to save some of you the wasted time, calories and money.
He has bananas with a longer shelf life than this concept will have at this jinxed location.
HOTEL CALIFORNIA RESTAURANT & CANTINA
1050 South Rampart Blvd.
Las Vegas, NV 89145