There are two types of people in this world; serious meat eaters, and non meat eaters. Now, do not think for one second that I am being pretentious as to assume this is really true, but in my food vision, it is. I am a serious meat eater. I love fish and seafood, but my first love is steak. At the ripe old age of three, I used to devour a full 8-10 oz rib steak and sit there begging for another. If you knew me at that age, you would be amazed as I was what people call a terribly skinny kid. People would watch in amazement as this little pisher would devour the entire steak and lick the bone clean. With this love affair with meat in mind, I made two amazing reservations at steak houses in Vegas. The first was Jean Georges at the Aria.
I had sent the guys from my work here last November when they were in Vegas for the SEMA car show, and they ranted and raved about the meal they had. When I heard all the mouthwatering descriptions of their dinner, I had to make sure I tried it for myself. Dinner was set for 9 pm and I for one could not wait to sit, order and dig in.
It took them a few minutes to seat us, which was fine, but as we walked through the restaurant to our table, it was empty. What had taken 10 minutes to prepare? I could understand if the restaurant was busy, but there was literally no one in the place. A few at the bar, but only about 4 tables of people in the dining room. We were seated right next to a group of drunken rowdy business men who ordered half the menu and really had no idea what they were eating or doing. It was quite annoying as we could barely have a conversation, but it also was a plus as we overheard what they liked and didn't like. They really disliked the Kobe, but loved the Wagyu. My mind was set.
We started our meal with the tuna tartare. The plate was very elegant, and so was the plating. I liked the tuna, light, fresh and nicely flavoured, but didn't find it to be very special. Nothing very memorable about it, but we still enjoyed the dish.
Then our mains arrived, grilled rare Wagyu topped with seared foie gras, a side of truffle mashed potatoes and a slew of sauces. My mouth started to water as I took pictures of this feast. I snapped pictures very quickly so that I could taste the delicious smelling food as quickly as possible. Their meat is always served with four or five sauces, depending on what cut of meat you order. We had all five; chimichurri served directly on the plate in a dish that resembled a bone marrow, house-made hot sauce, Bearnaise sauce, soy-miso butter and finally the JG steak sauce. The chimichurri was light, flavoured and delicious, it complimented the steak well and I really liked it. The hot sauce was also very good, but I found it took so much away from the tender buttery steak. I love hot sauces, and liked this one, but I didn't find it went well with the delicate meat. The soy-miso butter was outstanding. This was by far the table favourite. So flavourful yet complimented the steak rather than overpowering it. The last sauce was the Bearnaise, a total classic. This sauce was also a favourite of ours and we ate up every last drop.
The steak was cooked to a perfect rare and oh so flavourful. I was so glad we ordered the Wagyu as it truly was special. I agreed with the table next to us that this piece of meat was perfect. The seared foie gras added that extra special touch. Seared to perfection so that when you cut into it, it melted like butter right on the steak, yet still added texture. I love foie gras and this was one of the best I've had in a while.
The black truffle mashed potatoes was the perfect dish to accompany the rich meal we were indulging in. They were more whipped than mashed, this I really liked as I hate lumpy potatoes. The truffle flavour was perfectly balance, not too subtle nor overpowering - Just right! Mixed with all the sauces on my plate, and the steak of course, these mashed potatoes were delectable. I am wishing I had some to snack on right now as I write this post. Ok and some foie gras too!
As we finished every last bite, I fell deep into a food coma. It may have been the late hour, or the fact that I had just arrived in Vegas and was still running on Montreal time, but I could not manage to order dessert. I needed to digest and start drinking to continue the party that was our first night in Vegas. We paid up, headed over to my favourite bar, the Chandelier bar at the Cosmopolitan and partied the night away. Jean Georges was a good meal, not one I would run back to, but still very good and enjoyable.