Joel L.
Google
Outback has quietly earned its spot as my favourite restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip. In a city where everything flashes, blares, and overwhelms, this place does the opposite. It brings you back to your senses, literally. You notice taste again, smell again, calm again. The room is cozy and muted, an intimate pocket of warmth tucked inside a city that rarely whispers. Soft furnishings swallow the noise, the lighting stays low, and for a moment you feel like you’ve stepped out of Vegas entirely. After a long day at the Venetian, this became the perfect buffer between the chaos of the convention floor and the quiet of a hotel room.
The service matched the mood. Amber was impeccable in that rare, intuitive way that feels almost like mind-reading. She checked in just enough, never intruding, always making sure everything felt right without pulling you into conversations you didn’t have the energy for. It was exactly what I needed. I ordered the Delmonico ribeye and it was everything a ribeye should be. Rich, tender, full of flavour with its natural fattiness, simply seasoned with salt, pepper and what I’m fairly sure was a whisper of garlic. Cooked precisely as ordered. Even the fries and vegetables were perfect companions, well done but content to stay out of the spotlight. I ate too much, of course, but that part is entirely on me.
And maybe that’s the beauty of this place. In a city that tries to dazzle you into forgetting yourself, Outback gives you a moment to feel human again. A quiet meal, a warm room, a good steak and the simple reminder that comfort is still possible even in the loudest corners of the world.