text: Yawn.\n\nFirst impressions are important, and the first impression I had of Nosh & Swig was the distinct smell of sewage in the air upon walking in. I don't know if a pipe burst in the back or what, but their feeble attempts to cover it up by burning incense did not work.\n\nWe eventually got used to the stink cloud and were seated in the nearly empty restaurant. To be fair, it was 9 p.m. on a Tuesday. Considering that there were almost no other tables to take care of, the service was acceptable, but not great. I would describe the food similarly.\n\nEverything was served lukewarm. The waffle in our Cock-a-Waffle-Doo (try and order it without sounding ridiculous) was completely unheated - and no where was it mentioned that the chicken is entirely dark meat. The Nachos O'Brien were VERY tiny, even by tapas standards, and bland, bland bland. I couldn't pick up on the \"coffee dusting\" that  supposedly coated the beef in the crostini, and the \"artisinal breads\" in the fromage fondue were more like day-old scraps.\n\nThe menu that Nosh & Swig has put together sounds so delicious when you read it online. Once you arrive in the restaurant, though, you see that the execution just isn't there.\n\nIf Firefly is at the top of the Las Vegas tapas ladder, Nosh & Swig is near the bottom. Such a shame, too, because it sounded like it had so much promise.