Ok, here's the deal. I feel like an ass because I haven't written a review since my last trip anywhere (which was SF). I realized, quite sadly, that I haven't visited anywhere new in a while that made me think of reviewing. It seems to be a trip thing now--which clearly blows, since I live to review!!\n\nAnywho, I went on another family escapade to Sin City during Spring Break. We stayed at Harrah's again cause it was free. Last time we ate there, I was somewhat disappointed. This time, the experience was notably better. We had dinner at their Italian restaurant that I didn't know existed until my mom suggested we have dinner there. Here's the thing: we had arrived earlier that day, and my sister and I spent some time walking around the Strip until dinnertime. We get to the restaurant and all I can say is that I was underdressed from here to yesteryear. Woops!!! Someone say something man!! A change of clothes was only an elevator ride away. But, as my cousin was quick to point out, not too big a deal--it's Vegas; you get brides and bums dining in the same restaurant at the same time. (I was the bum!!)\n\nI had a great Caesar salad to start. Yes I sample Caesar salads a lot, cause it's one of those things--like the onion soup, or the fish tacos. The bread basket was damn good, too. A nice olive oil/vinegar brought to the table; shaken, not stirred. The Pinot Grigio was darn good--really bold and flavorful. I had scallops for dinner. Oh were they good?!!!?!! Umm, yes. The potatoes were tasty, too. I sampled my sister's pasta with vodka sauce and prosciutto and shrimp. I really liked it. You're supposed to taste the pasta in these dished people. The pasta isn't supposed to be drowning in some thick sauce.\n\nDessert was ridiculous!! We were stuffed full, but decided to order the dessert on the menu meant for two people. So here comes this GIANT mound of cream. (Apparently the dessert's name was \"white mountain\" in Italian---I have no cultural tact, clearly.) Then, the waiter brings up this cart with a grill, lights the sucker and pours some lovely Amaretto into a pan. Next thing you know, that liquid's on fire and is being poured (still with flames about) onto the white mound. AHHHHH, white mountain on freakin' liquor fire!!!! Yes, we attracted attention with our choice of dessert. The bachelorette party at the next table took pictures...He cut into it, and it was dark chocolate and white chocolate gelato inside. It was REALLY good!!! BTW, it said for two...two what? Hippos?!!? The thing was HYUGE!! No really, I'm a fatass, but really...\n\nA final note on the ambience---a tad cheese, but who cares!? It's Vegas. Open kitchen with lots of flames and sounds and smells. A traveling guitarist playing all the kitschy Italian hits---sing it if you know it!!! (And my dad did know quite a few of them. My lushed-up mother kept telling him that he sings much better than the guitarist and that he should take over...'nuff about that.) The owner travelled from table to table chatting up the clientele. All around a darn good time.
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