Vegas. Sin City. A man made oasis in the heart of the Nevada desert. It seems that everyone has a Vegas story. Most of them have to do with strippers, bachelor parties and copious amounts of alcohol. Mine however is different. Our trip started like another, we gambled, we drank and then violently crashed back in our hotel room. The important part of the story occurred on day two. We had reservations at Scarpetta, an italian restaurant at the Cosmopolitan Hotel. I was famished upon our arrival. We sat at a large circle table at the back of the restaurant where they could seat our large group. Our waiter was quite a character. He had orange hair perfectly flat to his head except he had it gelled into a massive horn in the front. It was quite the look. However he was a wonderful waiter. As we scowered the menu, searching for our dish of choice. My eyes locked on a pasta. Duck and Foie Gras Ravioli.
Now I had never had Foie Gras before, nor had I eaten much duck(If you don’t know what Foie Gras is its fattened duck liver). I had seen enough cooking shows to know the value of the ingredients of the dish and that their was controversy on the matter of their consumption. Myself, being a fan of Anthony Bourdain and hearing him rave about the decadence of this food, a delicacy that I had never tried. I yearned to try it. Hey, we are in Vegas. If their was one place to indulge and try it, its here, right? I ordered this ravioli with much excitement. The waiter suggested a wine to go with the pasta. Yes, I ordered a glass. I mean come on, to go with the Foie Gras, I had to!
The wait killed me. So by the time the waiter set the plate down in front of me I was bubbling with excitement. The chef had arranged the triangle ravioli into one layer so that no one was on top of another. Then he had drizzled a marsala reduction, which was the deep color of balsamic vinegar, over the top along with some olive oil to create a weave like pattern atop the pasta. Once the others had their dishes I prepared to dive right in. It was light on my fork, a mini pillow of pasta. As the morsel passed my lips, I could smell the timid sweetness of the reduction and then imedietly taste its tangy finish. Now, I don’t want to over sell it but, for me, my first bite of Foie Gras was life changing. It was like nothing I had ever tasted. Rich, buttery, goodness with the duck and the sweet and tangy sauce made each ravioli a well thought out treat. The white wine that the waiter recommended was a necessary paring, cutting through the richness of the pasta allowing myself to keep enjoying bite after bite.
People go to Vegas to escape the everyday blandness of their lives. To get caught up in the Grandness of the town that never sleeps. I too did this on my trip. For the two hours that we sat together and broke bread our cares and worries left us. Life was simple seemed less twisted and confusing. I guess thats the point. Never had I experience a meal so decadent. It was purely a Vegas meal through and through. Am I a pro Foie Gras? Most likely. If you ask me what I remember about Vegas, Its no contest. Foie Gras ravioli.