\"Plenty of Space\"\n\n*Disclaimer: My father made the reservations for this place without telling me.\n\nI liked the layout of Dal Toro. Plenty of space with tables not obnoxiously piled atop one another like Vegas tract housing. We sat near the window in an L-shaped booth which overlooked spacious outdoor seating along The Strip. A mini-bar was out there too with a trio of gals sipping girly drinks, waiting for people to notice them before they went back to their room at Days Inn.\n\nAfter we were seated we went down into the basement.\n\nThe BASEMENT???\n\nJust freaked your ass out, didn't I?\n\nBut it's true. And down there they have a nice collection of high priced automobiles on display. Some Ferraris, Benzes, Porsches and muscle cars. A couple of Bentleys and a few other shitwagons. A nice little side trip before dinner.\n\nBack upstairs we looked over the menu. Dad and I had a carafe of pinot grigio while mom stole sips from our glasses and repeated for the umpteenth time that she doesn't drink. \n\nMom!\n\nOur server was cool, complete with dry humor and paisano look. We ordered a Kobe beef appetizer and were disappointed. There was nothing much to it. A few pieces of paper thin red mush buried beneath some greens. We argued about who was going to eat the last piece not because we each wanted it, but because none of us wanted it. For the record, I washed it down with bread and wine.\n\nOn to the entrees. \n\nMom and I went with shrimp and lobster ravioli, Dad decided on some fish called Baramundi. Sounded like some Italian dictator from the old days to me but what the hell.\n\nThe verdict? Could barely see the lobster let alone taste it, and the shrimp were low in number. Six rather flat ravioli to a plate and I ate one of my mother's. The sauce was okay but very little bang for the buck with this entree. My dad liked his fish but he always says he likes his meal when he picks the restaurant.\n\nMy parents split some sort of chocolate round thing for dessert while I devoted my efforts to draining the carafe. Unfortunately, I was not born with a sweet tooth. I, my friends, have been cursed with the dreaded alcohol tooth.\n\nSo there you have it. Our evening at Dal Toro. If you like space and aren't too hungry you might give it a try. Then again, maybe you shouldn't....
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