Case: Looking for a quick and portable lunch at the Coachella music festival, I stopped by Johnny McGuire's booth for a sandwich. My friend had raved about her sandwich here the day before, so I figured I was in good hands. \n\nThe menu included a couple different hot and cold sandwich options--a small sampling of their full menu at the Vegas location, apparently. Most included chicken or turkey, with a mix of toppings ranging from the standard (tomato, red onion and the like) to the fancy (avocado, sprouts, jalape\u00f1os and bacon). I don't know why, but even in the heat of the desert, I was in the mood for a hot sandwich, so I ordered a toasted Ranch Hand sandwich, which came with turkey, cheddar cheese, a \""zesty\"" ranchacado sauce, shredded lettuce, tomato and red onion.\n\nThe bun was nice, but that's about the only complimentary thing I can say about my sandwich, honestly. The turkey was thinly cut, but pretty salty. And I'd echo other Yelpers complaints about the small portion of meat here. It didn't bother me, as I find too many places slather layer upon layer of meat on their sandwiches, but if you're looking for meat, you might be disappointed here. The \""zesty\"" ranchacado sauce wasn't really all that \""zesty.\"" (And to this day I'm not sure what exactly the ranchacado sauce actually was--I guess a spicy ranch sauce, nearest I could tell?) The cheese was a generous portion, but nothing all that special. (Maybe I'm spoiled with fancy cheeses back home in California?) The shredded lettuce was soggy and clearly didn't hold up in the heat. The use of shredded rather than whole lettuce also made for a very messy sandwich--more and more lettuce dropped out after every bite.\n\nService was a little weird. The cashiers were friendly for the most part, except for the manager who kept customers on a tight leash, refusing any requests for substitutions. I understand that for speed they wanted to keep orders as simple as possible, but I think there are more polite means of achieving this than being so draconian with paying customers.\n\nMaybe dining at the proper deli might make for a better experience, but in the heat of the desert, Johnny McGuire's sandwich booth was a bit of a letdown for me.
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Case: I was out here celebrating my birthday for the second straight year (yes, it's clich\u00e9 - I'm perfectly OK with that) with my baby brother. We wanted steak, but didn't necessarily want to spend an arm and a leg. Well, we succeeded at the former, if not the latter, but we left very happy and very, very full.\n\nWe settled into the bar and I asked the bartender about the dry-iced martini. It was at that point I discovered the bar was much more about the fufu martinis rather than classic. I'm partial to the classics, so I was a bit disappointed. That said, that's E-Me - I should have checked out the menu in advance, or read a couple more Yelp reviews. (Take note if you're looking for a classic cocktail here, you won't find it.) I wound up going with the on the menu manhattan, which was very good, but not great.\n\nNow it was time to settle into the real reason for going - meat. We had a bit of a conversation with the very friendly bartender about what was good and must-haves on the menu. We already knew we were having the bone marrow, which she did recommend. We talked steak and sides, when she insisted we have the brussel sprouts. Now, I'm not much of a brussel sprout fan, but given the recommendation that was given I figured we had to have them.\n\nThe bone marrow came out and it was two huge bones. I could have slid down them - I'd have been a very happy man if I had. The marrow was plentiful and delicious. You won't have to scrape just to get a little, you'll be scraping just to get the last little bit of all that wonderful marrow goodness.\n\nNow for the steak. I did the bone-in ribeye, which came out perfectly rare - if not maybe a touch too rare, which is very weird for me to say. That said, it was amazingly flavorful and near melt-in-your-mouth. And the brussel sprouts - well, I'm not a true convert yet, but if you keep serving me more like these I might change my ways.\n\nThen, on to dessert. A huge, and delicious, butter cake. We couldn't stop eating it despite the fact that we were absolutely stuffed.\n\nIn the end, and for the money, I do think there are better steak experiences to be had on the strip. That said, you absolutely can't go wrong with a stop to Mastro's.
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Case: Bobby Flay I was not impressed. Poor quality of meat on the ribeye.. Your dress coast says business casual but a hobo could walk off the street and get a table.   And they pack them in like an In and Out Burger at lunch rush . Very cramped and loud atmosphere.   :(
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Case: Troy is awesome, really nice guy and makes everything simple. Even with a terrible car he was honest about everything. And it was timely! Go Bay's Auto!
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I just wrapped up my second stay at the Flamingo. First time was good. Nice room that is clean, spacious and considered the \""standard\"" room. I couldn't have been happier with my choice. Upon my arrival for the SECOND visit. Things started off quite poorly to say the least. \n      Got in at 2 pm and tried to check in early but was told check in was at 4pm. Not a problem, I was expecting that anyway. Go to the pool while we wait because it is hot as hell! Change into my bathing suit hop in the pool and immediately land straight on an aluminum beer cap, which slices my foot. I immediately grab my foot because I can tell it cut pretty good. I call for a lifeguard while I am in the pool (still putting pressure on it to avoid bleeding in the pool). I tell her I cut my foot and she, in such a belittling way says \""Ohhhh, you cut your foot?\"" ( with an awww poor baby look on her face). I then say yes, lift my foot out of the water and take the pressure off. It immediately starts gushing blood and then she starts to gag. She then proceeds to bark at me to not let any blood get in the water. Uhhhh, kind of hard considering I need to get out of the pool with one foot and a hand to keep pressure on and you are just standing there staring. She then leaves to get someone else. That person arrives, looks at my foot and then says the same thing \""Uhh hold on, let me get someone else.\"" This repeats three more times, I kid you not! \n       I finally get fed up and just say to one the lifeguards \""Look, if you don't know what to do that's fine, but please just find someone who is qualified to tell me if I need stitches.\"" That so called person arrives and asks if I would like an ambulance, I say no and he just walks away. The BS continues and I go to the front desk to complain to a manager. I tell him that beer caps shouldn't be allowed near the pool and tell him how upset I am that I just arrived and now have a really bad cut conveniently places on the bottom of my foot for my trip to Vegas. He couldn't look any more bored and just says okay well there is nothing I can do but we have upgraded your room. What an upgrade. This room was half the size of the room I had the last time I was there, smelled like cat piss outside of the room and WREAKED of weed when we got inside. \n         Case and point, Flamingo could care LESS about customer service. Won't stay there again and will never recommend it to anyone.