David E.
Yelp
Finding anything in Vegas has felt like a Lewis and Clark adventure, and this place was no different. Between the maze of casinos, escalators, and neon signs, I was half-expecting to earn a merit badge just for finding the front door. The hostess seemed to be in no particular hurry seating folks, even with plenty of empty tables and no mention of needing reservations. Bless her heart, she must've been on Vegas time.
Now, I gotta say -- Pepsi has Vegas on lockdown, and for us southern folks, that's a crying shame. You won't find a Coca-Cola around here without pulling a magic trick. Until then, I'm forced to sip on this sugar-filled flat cola and pretend it's the real thing.
Once we got seated, our waitress showed up about three minutes later, and she was as pleasant as a sunny afternoon in May. She walked us through the menu like a pro, steering me right toward the crispy chicken sandwich and fries. And thank the good Lord she did, because that sandwich was downright delicious! Crispy, juicy, and seasoned just right -- I'd inhale that sandwich again without a second thought. The shoestring fries were golden, salty perfection, the kind that make you forget about calories and manners both.
The vibe in here felt like sittin' outside on a cool spring day, with a few clouds drifting by and clear blue skies peeking through. The noise level was about what you'd expect for the Paris "outdoor" indoor seating inside a casino -- just enough buzz to feel lively without drowning out your story about losing five bucks to a slot machine.
My wife went with the linguine Alfredo with shrimp, and she said it was just average. But between her pasta and my chicken sandwich, we left full and happy -- ready to continue our Vegas adventure, one Pepsi-filled stop at a time.