SIRIO – Reviewed in Las Vegas Weekly

Sirio at Aria plays it safe to please the masses—with a few surprises

John Curtas

Wed, Jun 16, 2010 (12:31 p.m.)

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Cannolis with pistachio foam from Sirio.

Photo: Leila Navidi

Sirio Maccioni is a living legend. one of a kind. The last of the great ones. At one time he represented the ne plus ultra of restaurateurs in New York, which pretty much means he was the standard bearer for gourmet in America. Between its opening in 1974 through the mid-’90s, his restaurant, Le Cirque, was the most famous in the country. Back then, restaurants were the domain of their autocratic owner, and chefs were employees who cooked according to his taste and demands.

Sirio in Aria is a throwback of sorts. There’s no chef’s name on the door, and it’s still run the old-fashioned way: Mario, the oldest son, oversees all three of their Vegas rooms; when he takes a break, one of his brothers, Marco or Mauro, is always around to make sure each hums like a finely tuned engine. (Patriarch Sirio is often in town as well.) The chef they employ at Sirio—Vincenzo Scarmiglia—has proven chops; he ran the kitchen at the Maccioni’s delightful, Tuscan-inspired Circo in the Bellagio for years.

With Sirio, both he and the Maccionis are being asked to do something neither has done before: Feed hordes of middle-brow conventioneers hackneyed Italian standards, at fairly high prices, in a tough economy, in hopes that no one will notice the generic nature of the menu. I noticed. But I also noticed you can eat very well here, if you stick with the clichés this kitchen does best.

Sirio at Aria serves Italian fare for the masses with some special touches if you know where to look.

One cliché to avoid: the pizzas. Ordering one at a Maccioni restaurant is like asking an opera singer to belt out “My Way,” but if you insist, the thin crust tastes like crisp matzo, onto which various toppings are strewn about to no great effect. I don’t know when or why it became fashionable to put potatoes on top of bread, but they show up on the pizza bianca con patate, gorgonzola e speck. There’s nothing wrong with any of the other four offerings—other than they taste like afterthoughts.

Opt for the carpaccio, and you get good, thin, raw beef sullied by white truffle oil. To any lover of real Italian food, white truffle oil is to the real thing what Steak’umm is to prime porterhouse. Unfortunately, it shows up all over town in restaurants that should know better.

Restaurant Guide

Sirio
At Aria, (877) 230-2742. Daily, 11 a.m.-10:30 p.m.
Suggested dishes: Ossobuco, $44; gnocchi with pesto, $19; eggplant parmigiana, $17.
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Something Scarmiglia knows better: Italian meats and cheeses. His antipasto platters are top-shelf, and his selection of all-Italian fromaggi is highlighted by Castelmagno—the rare Piedmontese cow-sheep’s milk cheese. Start your meal with a few nibbles and a slice of superior salumi, then proceed directly to the hot appetizers. There you will find eggplant parmigiana—a cliché to be sure, but one done so well that all is forgiven. Just as tasty: the trio of meatballs—veal, lamb and duck—served with fresh tomato compote.

Aside from the linguine con vongole veraci, rapini e pomodori di pachino (strangely containing broccoli rabe and tomatoes), the pastas are excellent and worth a trip unto themselves—especially the gnocchi with pesto and the richest lasagna you’ve ever tasted.

A lot of restaurants seem to run out of gas with their main courses, but this one gets stronger throughout your meal. Each dish sparkles with cooking care and unique sauces and sides—the ossobuco with saffron risotto is nonpareil, likewise the filet with gorgonzola cheese and polenta and the roast pork with black rice. That nutty, deeply flavored riso nero venere was new to us, and a wonderful counterpoint to the sweet pork. Seafood mains stick with the tried-and-true: sea bass, salmon, swordfish and scallops, but again, Scarmiglia dresses things up with an oregano sauce here (swordfish), a chardonnay veloute there (sea bass) and a port wine sauce everywhere about the scallops.

It’s easy to criticize Sirio for playing it safe, but if you look closely, you see a restaurateur and chef trying to please the masses, while tweaking each dish to give it something special. Purists may blanch, but it’s just the sort of Italian-American restaurant Aria needed.

John Curtas is the food critic for KNPR 88.9-FM and holds court online at eatinglv.com.

FLORIDA CAFE

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Is Cuban food a bad joke or what?

George Costanza got it right on Curb Your Enthusiasm: “I always get excited thinking about the prospect (of Cuban food); but the reality always disappoints me.”

Undaunted, we let ourselves get excited the other day and found ourselves craving a Cuban sandwich. Pork on pork with pickles and mustard….yummmm! And by gosh, some thick, rich black bean soup sounded good too!

On our way to the Florida Cafe we thought of Cuba. Of beautiful beaches and bodacious women, Tito Puente and crazy good Cohibas, Tony Montana, Ricky Ricardo and The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love.

Then we ate and all we could think of was bland and boring pork, with only the tiniest smudge of mustard and no pickles at all to liven things up.

Even worse was the tasteless…and we mean tasteless black bean soup. Frijoles negros: the most character-free of any famous dish in the world. Without the raw onions on top, it would have had no flavor at all.

How can this be? How can a Caribbean country so steeped in so much colorful tradition have such ridiculously tasteless food?

Perhaps when Cuba and the U.S. finally restore relations, we can restore some vim and vigor to this cuisine. Or maybe Cubans just like things unseasoned?

ELV thinks he’ll go dance a little mambo while contemplating such weighty concerns:

FLORIDA CAFE

1401 Las Vegas Blvd. South

Las Vegas, NV 89104

702.385.3031

www.floridacafecuban.com

BACHI BURGER

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Have you been to Bachi Burger? Is the question every semi-foodie, foodie-wannabe, and psuedo-hipster-foodie has asked ELV in the past few weeks.

And after one meal there, we’ve decided that’s just who this place is aimed at.

‘Cuz it sure ain’t aimed at people who love great hamburgers.

Unless you define a good burger as one that’s packed so tightly you’d swear it just came out of a freezer, is overcooked to death, and under seasoned to boot.

“Oh, but you’ve gotta try the Banh Mi burger,” they all told me. “It’s fabulous!”

It is if your definition of fabulous is, an overcooked mishmash of beef and pork, that’s once again way too dense and dry, and garnished with a piece of Vietnamese shrimp ball and a smattering of pickled vegetables.

“And you’ve gotta get the duck buns….Wow! They’re the best!” was yet another refrain we’ve heard from eaters who are apparently so starved for something that’s not a five dollar foot long, they’ll go ga-ga over the saltiest pieces of duck breast we’ve had in a coon’s age.

How salty were our Peking duck buns?

They were so salty:

– We’ll never be in danger of drowning again.

Deer were lining up at the back door for a lick.

– The Mclhenny Company wants to mine them for Tabasco Sauce.

The Dead Sea is jealous.

– Frito-Lay wants the recipe.

– Mormons are making pilgrimages here.

You get the picture.

Our guess is the enthusiasm over Bachi Burger is because it’s not a chain and it’s something new.

But finely ground, tightly packed, overcooked meat does not a great burger make.

Nor do lame imitations of Momofuku-type steamed bun sandwiches.

On the plus side, the burger buns were soft, sweet, eggy and fresh, and were, in retrospect, the best thing about the sandwiches.

It’s all very depressing to ELV, because, once again, some chef or restaurateur (cf. Lola’s, Carlito’s Burritos) strikes out with a good idea, and then can’t execute it, either because they’re undercapitalized, understaffed, or just plain too un-talented to pull it off.

Or maybe they will pull it off. Because people here are so starved for something different they’ll overlook the poor execution.

Or maybe that execution will improve.

Hope springs eternal.

BACHI BURGER

470 East Windmill Suite #100

Las Vegas, NV 89123

702.242.2244

http://www.bachiburger.com/