text: 4.5 stars\n\nDon't judge a book by its cover. Or, in this case, don't judge a fantastic restaurant by that fact that you have to go through the scruffy Plaza to get there. (Pay $5 to park in the Plaza's concrete funhouse of a garage, get your $5 refunded at the cashier's cage, blow your $5 on a slot machine.)\n\nDesign: Moody pictures of flamenco dancers in the entry. The glassed-in dome overlooks Fremont Street. Go after dark so you can enjoy the spectacle while pretending to mock it. Try to reserve one of the circular booths overlooking the street for maximum sex appeal. Although it's plenty sexy without one, and there were groups as well as couples.\n\nService: Pleasant, professional, not cloying. No handholding: Tapas will not be explained to you unless you ask.\n\nFood: Ok, if you've gotten this far. You deserve a reward, so let's get those salivary glands going. Husband and I had six small plates, and we were so full we could not order dessert. \nStuffed dates. Exquisite, bite-size nibbles. And nutritious, involving 3 of the 4 food groups!\nArtichoke toasts: Sour, in a good way.\nManchego mac n cheese: Both creamy and snappy, but without the wow factor of the other choices.\nAlbondigas: Tasty little meatballs.\nFish sticks: Yay for spicy tartar sauce and golden, panko-shrouded goodness\nDuck rolls: Big and awkward to eat, and not as flavorful as duck ought to be. Ate my half anyway.\nCava was lovely, and husband's mojito was A-1.\n\nAnd how much did this little feast come to? Fifty bucks before tip. I was in shock. This was one of the best meals we had in Vegas and the cheapest.