Sentiment analysis: Uncut pandemonium. I saw red in all directions, my defenses bathed external pawns in vulnerability ink as i masticated morsels of choreographed grace. I was always captivated by the Keller output, i live nearby the ole francais cleaners, but 500 bucks a person? No culinary prostitute can yank away that many bones from me. Even if they're the true conduit of god, even if it is has something to do with france. So, I have the most powerful yelper of all to thank. Her and I were gearing up for this moment throughout our entire sabbatical together. She was aware of what was to come, as i swathed myself in a predictably unctuous cynical grue that was quickly sopped up with the towel of reality. Hence exclaiming "toodles" towards my formerly jingoistic wee-gan leanings, i thought i would make things interesting, perhaps invite a finned unit (or posse) to my reckless acute dash towards the questionably hued gates of lucid bliss. So, we started with sweet beignets. They were noticeably akin to an uglier cousin of the pastry world (hint: sheepishly oval, sans center, adored by a character who's first name ends in -omer) but certainly evolved into the respectable kind of gem with its delicate spicing, disconcertingly controlled flake and sumptuous mahogany flesh. Oh, forgot to mention the from-scratch nutella that pompously walloped all dangling, whittling stoics. Just in time for the Truite aux Amandes! (Pan-roasted trout with haricots verts,almonds & beurre noisette) And that's the end of the food discussion. I don't want to use the constraints of language to pointlessly expound on experiences that tapped into multiple dimensions, ulterior states of being and possible dips into unutterable puddles of the unknown. Bouchon's target directive hinges on ferocious cultivation of threadbare necessity to perpetually extract endless distinct, complicated conclusions upon a single item. Sometimes dishes will only consist of four ingredients. I felt like pulling a Johnny Depp in "Once upon a time in Mexico". Thankfully, I understand perspective. And have no desire for stasis. Thanks, gurl! The search is over. Oh, and this was merely brunch.
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Sentiment analysis: When entering, the furnishings and atmosphere were impressive, and had me anticipating a nice dinner. But the food was disappointing. Very, very average. At the server's recommendation, I ordered the Green Chili Pork Stew. But the cheese and tortillas were tasteless and the sauce felt very greasy. My wife and I had the bread pudding and pecan toffee pie for desert. Yech. This is the kind of food I would have expected from a Chili's or Abblebee's. (On a positive note, the seating was comfortable, the service very prompt, and the prices were reasonable.)
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Sentiment analysis: I've never been to Buffalo, never ridden a buffalo, never had a Buffalo style pizza, but I can sure say I can make this place my home on the range. Located inside the dive bar that is Moon Doggies. So, right off the bat, if you are looking for a cute frou frou type place, it ain't happening here. This is about the pizza. So, "The Fatboy" was ordered--half sheet. Thanks to Pete's speedy review and pics, I was able to call in the order, giddy up. As is the protocol, if you want to eat inside Moon Doggies, you pick up your "to go" order, and pull up a table to enjoy your pie, that skirts the smoking law, yes smoking takes place here. You have 2 options, deal with it, or really take it to go. As soon as we cracked open the square box, the aroma of tomatoes and fresh basil completely infiltrated our mind, body and soul. OMFG, the pizza was astonishing. It seems to me NY pizza is kind of favored here in Vegas. This is not the same thing at all. The crust is thicker, a little soft with slightly crispy edges. It is all loaded with plenty of groceries, and I mean quality items too. WOW! Perfect ratio of crust, to sauce, to toppings. Check this out, we did not ask for, nor did we need any extra parmesan or red pepper flakes. The sauce is zesty, with a welcome kick. Daily doses of "The Fatboy" could keep me from being slim. The pizza itself is 5 star!
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positive