Foo L.
Yelp
Coming down the big escalator from Caesars I saw the Superfrico sign beamed on the wall like a gelatin as I think they call theater lights like that. I called it a Power Point, but I knew I was wrong. At the bottom of the escalator talking loudly with her hands I saw my casino host, Ivy. She was talking to some juggler with a bun in his hair.
"Hey Ivy," I said.
"Hey, Foo, how are you?"
"Doing great, going to Superfrico!"
"Fantastic Foo, enjoy, and tomorrow swing by my office for some swag, vouchers, free play and a coupon for the Waygu at Nobu, the hot rock baby!"
"I will, thanks Ivy,"
And with that I went towards the fake theater door and walked into Superfrico like I was Superfly.
"Ah, Foo, right this way."
My table was so nice with linens and a candle and just so much luxury.
I had a delicious cocktail and some kind of an appetizer. But, then came out the chicken parm and it was no chicken patty. It was the absolute bomb. So good, the best ever. And, the gnocchi was so superb, chef's kiss. Muah!
"Hey, you, you're so talented, you're a good juggler man, juggernaut juggling!" I said to the juggler as he floated through the somewhat polite crowd doing some teaser tricks for the Hook, kind of a promo gig.
"Thanks Foo, and we appreciate the mad stacks of grat you gave to Ivy to spread out to the crew."
"Not a problem, love Superfrico and everyone is so talented, it's well done and it's a classy machine."
"Yeah, Superfrico," said my man the juggler, "It's a family, it's great food, it Vegas in AC and it's part freak show part Michelin Stars. It's worth it, baby."