Victoria K.
Yelp
Where do I even begin? Let's start with the check-in process, which felt like trying to enter a speakeasy with no password. You walk in, immediately run out of space, and end up in this tiny "holding area" where absolutely no one is looking at you. It's like a self-serve check-in, but instead of a kiosk, you just have to gently (or not so gently) bum-rush the hostess stand and hope someone notices you exist.
The wait wasn't bad, and when our name was finally called, we were asked if we wanted to sit on the patio. Yes, please. We get seated, look up, and surprise, no umbrella. So we ask for one. Then we order coffee... and immediately begin playing a game I like to call "Where Is the Water?" because apparently it wasn't at our table.
Coffee arrives, nice and hot, points for that but no sugar or creamer. Those were delivered separately... several minutes later... just long enough for the coffee to start losing the will to live. Still no water.
Food comes out quickly, which at first seemed promising, but the plot twists from here. I ordered avocado toast, and what arrived was... artistic, let's call it that. A single slice of barely-toasted wheat bread topped with what I can only describe as a watery blob of avocado. No arugula, no tomatoes, no balsamic, just sad, mushy avocado sliding around like it was trying to escape. Yes, I took pictures. Evidence was necessary.
I added "million dollar bacon," which tasted more like "ten-dollar bacon someone forgot in the back of the fridge." The texture was somewhere between beef jerky and regret, sprinkled with parsley and drizzled with maple syrup for dramatic effect. Picture included, because words barely do it justice.
My daughter's regular bacon tasted, in her words, "like somebody washed it." Accurate. Her blueberry pancakes tasted good but had the texture of bread trying to cosplay as pancakes. My other daughter's waffle was apparently the only thing that didn't offend anyone. Don't worry, pictures attached.
My husband and mother-in-law ordered a hash that came topped with raw spinach, so basically a hot breakfast with a side salad thrown on top. I'm not exaggerating.
Now, the service. When my daughter once again asked for water, we were given one bottle for the table... and TWO tiny juice glasses. For FIVE people. I asked for three more, and by the time the check came, guess who still didn't have a glass? Meanwhile, every table around us was being served full-sized ice waters like they were at a completely different restaurant.
Listen, I know they're new. But this is Las Vegas. Hospitality is literally the city's whole personality. They've got some work to do. Honestly, do yourself a favor and give them a year or two, maybe three. Between the lackluster food, the "are we being pranked?" level service, and the pictures I am providing as proof, it's just not ready yet.