The place setting at GIADA, Giada de Laurentiis' restaurant at the Cromwell Hotel in Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

The place setting at GIADA, Giada de Laurentiis’ restaurant at the Cromwell Hotel in Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Did you miss me?

Don’t answer that.

You may have noticed I was absent from last week’s food page, and that’s because I was on vacation in Las Vegas, the land of fame and excess. And while I was there to see the fabulous Britney Spears — don’t judge me; she’s amazing, OK? — I was also treated to the culinary sojourn of a lifetime.

They say, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” but I absolutely have to tell you all about my trip. The food in Las Vegas is some of the best in the world, and I must thank my sister, Jamie, for flying me out there to sample it with her.

The brunch spread at Honey Salt in Las Vegas appears too big to fit on the table. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

The brunch spread at Honey Salt in Las Vegas appears too big to fit on the table. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Where do I even begin?

First was lunch at GIADA, the newer restaurant by star chef Giada De Laurentiis, located in the Cromwell Hotel along the Las Vegas Strip. I grew up watching Giada on Food Network. Her show, “Everyday Italian” was influential in developing my own cooking style, and to walk into her restaurant — styled after her pristine southern California home with views of the fountains of the Bellagio Hotel — was out of this world.

Grilled pork loin with a soy glaze, topped with mustard and surrounded by a parmesan foam at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Grilled pork loin with a soy glaze, topped with mustard and surrounded by a parmesan foam at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Lunch was simple, yet exquisite. My sister and I split a plate of gnocchi pomodoro. Rich and buttery, the tomato sauce coated each little, perfectly plump dumpling in velvety goodness. We also split a farro salad with mint, goat cheese and arugula (plus wine, of course). It was the perfect light lunch to prepare for a day of exploration.

After seeing the sights, we took off for downtown Las Vegas for happy hour before hitting up Lotus of Siam, a revered Thai restaurant located in the most unassuming of strip malls. I can only describe the food with one word: amazing.

Steak seared medium rare with cracked peppercorns, au jus and creamy potatoes at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Steak seared medium rare with cracked peppercorns, au jus and creamy potatoes at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Perfectly seasoned and sauced pad see ew came to the table piping hot with lots of spice. Mi krop, a unique appetizer I haven’t found in any restaurants in Maine — although with which I’m familiar from a scene of “Sex and the City” — a mix of fried, crisp noodles dressed in a sticky-sweet sauce, was unexpected and utterly delicious. A shrimp curry, dressed lightly in a clear sauce, rounded out the meal with a tangy, complex flavor.

Tuna belly confit over a bed of cool avocado, surrounded by a light and crisp tomato culée at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Tuna belly confit over a bed of cool avocado, surrounded by a light and crisp tomato culée at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

It was the perfect pre-Britney meal. I’m still thinking about it.

I could go on and on about the little meals we devoured along the way, including a spectacular brunch at Honey Salt — which included cinnamon monkey bread, a delicious fried chicken sandwich with sweet and tangy slaw served with a Caesar salad  — but the main event came Sunday night.

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Cold salmon carpaccio drowned in olive oil and lemon at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

Cold salmon carpaccio drowned in olive oil and lemon at Joël Robuchon MGM Las Vegas. ALAN BENNETT/Journal Tribune

After a quick glass of wine at Emeril Lagasse’s New Orleans Fish House in the MGM Grand, Jamie and I went across the hallway for dinner at the self-titled restaurant by Joël Robuchon, who, with more than 30 Michelin stars, is one of the most famous chefs in the world.

I could tell I was in for a serious treat when the waiter presented us with a display of black truffles, for show, before bringing an amuse-bouche of foie gras with a parmesan foam. Our menu allowed each of us to choose two appetizers and two entrees — splitting a bottle of wine between us.

I selected both warm and cold appetizers. The first, a tuna belly confit served over cool avocado surrounded by a tomato culée, was both rich and light. The second, a cold salmon carpaccio drowned in olive oil and lemon, was out of this world.

My two entrees were arguably the best I’ve ever eaten. The first, a grilled pork loin with a soy glaze, topped with mustard and surrounded by a parmesan foam, was — honestly — the best thing I’ve ever tasted. My steak, seared medium rare with cracked peppercorns, au jus and creamy potatoes was a close second.

We had just enough time to devour cute little canelés of ice cream and cookies, and down a couple of scrumptious pear vodka martinis before we were treated to a chance encounter with the all-star chef himself.

They may say what happens in Sin City stays there, although I could go on for inches about my experiences there, culinary or otherwise. It was truly a long weekend of excess and, while I’m glad to be home, I’m excited to get back in the kitchen bring my experiences with me.

— Staff Writer Alan Bennett can be contacted at 282-1535, ext. 329 or abennett@journaltribune.com.


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