There was nothing wrong with this chicken pot pie at Triple George:
…that a real crust,* more chicken, actual seasoning, a few herbs, fresh mushrooms, and a more professionally-made velouté wouldn’t fix. e.g.,
In other words, it was just the type of out-of-a-can contrivance we’ve come to expect from this place.
(Cue: dozens of lawyers and downtown bureaucrats shouting about how much they “love the place” and “how busy it always is,” cf. Firefly.)
For the record, this is what chicken pot pie should look like:
201 N. Third Street
Las Vegas, NV 89101
* The pre-cut, commercial puff-pastry round atop the creamed chicken reminded ELV of the “cherry pie” he remembers from his formative years at Lakemont Elementary School — where the lunch ladies would spoon a shiny blob of cornstarch’d cherry glop onto his plate and then toss an unsalted cracker on top. Even at age 8, ELV was appalled.
3 thoughts on “Speaking of Culinary Disasters…”
I visited Triple George last summer for lunch. I had the chicken pot pie. I was a little underwhelmed by it. Was expecting more from the place.
The kitchen at the Triple George is the biggest disappointment in the Downtown community. Lets hope management heeds this call, a total overhaul is needed; with a proper kitchen team and a true Brasserie style menu I truly believe that business could double at the Triple George… Downtown deserves a huge improvement, its long past due!
Having a decent Triple George experience is a matter of managed expectations. If you just go there for a lunch that’s a step up from most order-at-the-counter joints, you can find a decent and convenient (if you work downtown) $10-15 meal. For that price, the pot roast, french dip, and fish and chips are all ok, but certainly don’t make TG destination-level dining. The problem with TG is two-fold: 1) its decor and the price of much of its menu suggests higher quality (even if the menu has about an 80% overlap with Outback and its ilk); and 2) the Bank of America and Mulasky Building crowd is desperate to anoint a downtown restaurant as the socially acceptable (i.e., adequately expensive and exclusive) lunch/dinner spot to see and be seen by each other, and, in the absence of a restaurant actually worthy of their paychecks, have settled on TG.
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