Steakhouses are generally reserved for special occasions, which are few and far between. On one hand, this is a good thing, because steaks are meant to be appreciated. I, of course, would appreciate a steak everyday but I get it. On the other hand, it makes it tough to truly compare steaks. I mean, how does a steak tonight measure up against one from months back? It’s hard, but I try my best knowing that my steak from Mastro’s is where the bar is set. Enter: Delmonico Steakhouse in Las Vegas.
As an Emeril restaurant tucked away in the Venetian, Delmonico is almost anti-Vegas. Walking by, there are no fancy lights, sexy hostesses or bright colors to lure people in. Inside, it’s just like any steakhouse should be: simple, letting the food influence you rather than a bizarre ambiance.
The rolls that were brought out to our table were a good start, being warm, soft and buttery, but we added to this with a cheese plate. I could go into details about all the cheeses or even list them all here, but since all cheese is delicious and I am lazy, check them out here and know that all was well in my belly.
For my main course, I ordered the Bone In Ribeye, a cut of steak that I have come to realize is my favorite, and objectively speaking one of the best. It’s because the ribeye is often the most-marbled cut, giving the meat some amazing flavor and Delmonico did not disappoint. The meat was flavored to perfection with only some subtle seasoning and a bit of butter.
The sides we ordered were also damn good. One was the Country Smashed Potatoes, which had been smashed with their skin and had some scallions in the mix. Steak doesn’t usually feel right without some sort of potatoes and these did not disappoint.
Then, since Vegas is in the South (right?!), we got a side of Baked Anson Mills Grits. But the grits weren’t alone, they were filled with Vermont cheddar and bits of bacon. Again, a great side and companion to the ribeye.
Surely, the meal at Delmonico Steakhouse was stellar. I had not one complaint about one component of the meal. I heard murmerings from across the table that the steak was even better than Craftsteak down the street. Unfortunately I haven’t yet paid Craftsteak a visit, but I can definitely say that Delmonico was unable to topple Mastro’s from my list. It was quite the effort, but couldn’t quite hit the top spot. Bam!