Scroll to the 31:04 mark to see ELV tantalize you with terrific tapas, and actually get Kim Wagner to take a bite of something strange and delicious – cold gazpacho inside a cocoa butter ball. (If there’s a better hot weather food than Julian Serrano’s cold gazpacho, we haven’t found it.)
For the best tapas in town. go to:
1) Julian Serrano – Aria Hotel and Casino
2) Jaleo – The Cosmopolitan
3) China Poblano – The Cosmopolitan
4) Bar + Bistro @ Arts Factory – 107 East Charleston
…and don’t sully the spirit or the succulent superiority of any of these places by even thinking about Firefly…or mentioning it in ELV’s presence.
Firefly is so bad, it hurts ELV to even type its name.
It’s so bad, ruins our digestion just contemplating its existence.
It’s so bad, and so cheap, and so third-rate in its ingredients, its cooking, and its platings that describing it as mediocre would be a compliment.
It was so stupefyingly bad on two recent visits (off-tasting seafood, stale everything, cold food served hot, hot food served cold…you know, the basics) we have banned all mention of it in our presence forever.
It is, however, always busy.
Why is it busy if it’s so lousy ELV?
Because children, it is cheap…and because its decor (at whatever location) is perceived as “classy” by a certain breed of American suburbanite — the same suburbanites who have become inured to terrible, mass-produced restaurant food by having their sensibilities pounded into submission by a lifetime of advertising …and hearing all their equally-inured, dumbshit friends say something is “good” even when it isn’t.
For them there is Firefly.
The rest of us can thank Julian, José (Andrés), Shirley (Chung), and Beni (Velazquez) for the real thing.