A MON AMI Mini-Controversy
ELV loves sitting on the patio of Mon Ami Gabi and watching the world go by.
He likes the bread, the crunchy, little apple slaw amuse, most of the salads, the rolling wine cart, the Alsatian white wines, and the fried skate wing with a snappy lemon sauce.
The service is always top notch — whether or not they recognize him — and about half the time (and after dozens of visits), no one here has a clue who he is. Probably because this place routinely knocks out over a thousand covers a day.
The Food Gal®, who just happened to be picking up the tab for the above repast, loves the people watching and the fresh air as well, but thinks the oysters are better at a number of joints around town (true), and everything is overpriced for what you get. For her dinero — which came to $140, including tip — she’d rather hit Comme Ça, P. J. Clarke’s or Bouchon.
On one level, ELV is forced to agree with her, but on another, there’s no beating a warm summer night, or a cool fall evening, soaking in the sights and sounds of the semi-sober strolling citizens sauntering seamlessly along our sensational street.
And for a restaurant feeding over a thousand people a day, we say the grub is always succulent-ly satisfying.
MON AMI GABI
In the Paris Hotel and Casino
3655 Las Vegas Blvd. South
Las Vegas, NV 89109