Dear Mario Batali, \n\nI am so disappointed. My husband and I were in Vegas for the weekend, and for our eating out pleasure, he picked Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill, and I chose your Enoteca San Marco. In the Iron Chef of our dining choices, you got whupped. I mean, sure, if someone parked a boatload of money outside of my house, I'd let them slap my name and picture on whatever they wanted. But I had expected more of you.\n\nThe food was, at best, so-so. Incredibly salty (I am speaking especially of the prosciutto balls and the lentils), not exactly attractively presented, and accompanied by the worse bread I have ever had the misfortune of being insulted with. I felt like Oliver twist, trying to break off a cold hunk of charred dough to eat, plain, until I could flag  down our waiter for some olive oil.\n\nOh, and in the past, on the rare occasion when the wine I select is unavailable, I've always been offered the closest similar bottle at the same price (if it was more expensive). You should think about this if your wine list isn't going to be current.\n\nI don't have unreasonable expectations for this sort of casual dining, and I know you are an awesome chef, Mario, but this place is an embarrassment to your good name.