To be clear I don’t like Las Vegas. I don’t. But a friend suggested I eat at THE Steakhouse at Circus Circus (notably a casino I was warned to avoid as its fallen into disrepair) so there I went. “Yes Sir” “No Sir”. White table cloths dark inside and the old red leather (Naugahyde) booths whispered to you. Deals were made here. They were consummated and broken. It was neutral when it needed to be. I swear The Rat Pack ate there many times. The wedge salad was off the hook, the New York Strip and garlic mashers were spot on. Overlook the casino … make a beeline for the restaurant and you’ll leave a winner.
