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Fiamma Trattoria at the MGM Grand By: The Lady of The Night Out Why should you eat at Fiamma? These days, there are enough star chefs in LVNV to create our own culinary galaxy. But like the red planet, Mars, that is currently shining brighter than the other stars in the Milky Way, a new chef has transplanted his toque who stands out in the cooking crowd. That chef i Michael White, chosen by Esquire Magazine as its Chef of the Year in November 2002. (That means he’s still the King!) He has been working for 30 days straight to fire up the kitchen at Fiamma, the new restaurant at the MGM Grand. Fiamma, which means flame in Italian, is the second log on this fire: the original Fiamma Osteria is a wildly popular haunt in New York City’s Soho neighborhood. Our own Gen X reporter, Austin Rosenthal, happens to live there and will be calling in from the Big Apple to tell us about the original eatery. Who should eat at Fiamma?
Who shouldn’t eat at Fiamma?
Ok, so what’s the food like? The Big O award goes to the Caesar salad, which Chef Michael added to the menu for LVNV diners. The dressing is a paste of pureed roasted garlic which captures the lovely garlic sting while banishing the bitter aftertaste. The cube-like croutons are made from ciabatta bread. Thin sheets of Parmigian cheese covered the greens. The sharp tang of the cheese was the perfect counterpoint for the crisp, cold hearts of Romaine. Raw tuna being the fish of the hour, Chef Michael serves up a carpaccio of big eye tuna. The fresh pink flesh covers the entire plate; it looks like a painted on pancake. The tuna is dotted with capers and Ligurian black olives, pizza-style. Then come the swirls of fresh fennel – they look like white chocolate on a fancy dessert. These accents provide a concert of flavors for the cool, silky tuna. The crispy calamari is served on a regal black napkin to sop up any errant grease. The coating is as crackly thin as a potato chip. At the bottom of the calamari pile is a surprise, just like in a Cracker Jack box: there are three perfectly fried zucchini sticks. These goodies come with two dipping sauces: a lemon aioli, a frothy, citrusy concoction; and my favorite, a puree of roasted red peppers served salsa-style. Don’t be fooled by the velvety puree – it still retained its lovely bee sting quality. Artists in the crowd must order the fresh mozzarella. A cloud of white cheese sits on a pedestal of an almost ripe green tomato – how clever! The mozzarella is surrounded by a wild potpourri of tomatoes – including sweet and juicy cherry tomatoes the size of marbles. The dressing is a basil oil infusion that you mix with a dollop of balsamic vinegar, Rorschach-style. The presentation is very Japanese – the plate looks as good as it tastes. You’ve got to try the pastas. If you like fettuccini Alfredo, sample the garganelli. Chads of San Daniele proscuitto and al dente fresh green peas cavort in a rich truffle butter sauce. The sauce is so rich you feel like Steve Wynn. The pasta is home-made corkscrews. Fantastic! If you like mushrooms, order the mushroom risotto. Chef Michael melds a mélange of mushrooms into a hunter’s ragu. Mine included crimini, Portobello and porcini, all held together with a wine glaze. He wanted to make sure vegans did not mistake this for a vegetarian dish – he uses a veal and chicken stock. Dessert in the desert: Fiamma has its own pastry chef, Elizabeth Katz. A native New Yorker and CIA graduate, she worked with Daniel Boulud before joining the Soho Fiamma team. I didn’t recognize the tiramisu. It’s a three-story tower dusted with cocoa; I thought it was a chocolate dessert. A froth of whipped mascarpone oozed from the bottom. This version was subtle and sensuous; it doesn’t hit you over the head with the rum, like other local versions. Be sure to sample the mass of Hydra-like chocolate curls on top. The tartaletta, a dark chocolate wonder, was a chocolate tart encased in a crunchy hazelnut crust. The best part: a mini-milkshake called a straceatella frappe. Chocolate sauce holds down the fort at the bottom of the miniature glass. Straceatella gelato and soda water are whipped together at the top. Just mix it up for a most unusual liquid pleasure. Speaking of gelato, it’s all made in-house, natch. Don’t miss the pistachio. It gives your jaw a workout with all those nuts. Favorite waiter: Brian. He knows his stuff. He came from Bertolini at the Forum Shops. History: Owner Stephen Hanson has created 11 of New York’s stylish dining spots, including Blue Water Grill and Ruby Foo’s Dim Sum and Sushi Palace. He got his first taste of the restaurant business in the 1970s. He was a maitre d’ at the original TGI Friday’s while earning a business degree for NYU. Chef Michael is chef-partner of Fiamma. He got his start at 19 working at Chicago’s Spiaggia, the only four star Italian restaurant in the U.S. at the time. At 21 he moved to Italy and worked at major Italian cucina. Where is it? At the MGM Grand. It’s one of the first restaurants coming from the casino onto the Studio Walk restaurant row. 3799 Las Vegas Boulevard South. Phone: 702.891.7600. Website: http://www.brguest.com By: The Culinary Curmudgeon Fiamma is the perfect place for those of us who already own AARP cards to act cool. This restaurant makes it easy to be hip! For example, Fiamma’s killer sound system plays old school music that folks who really went to the old school can enjoy. Thank you for not subjecting me to Missy Elliott! And the way cool architects created a dusky, romantic atmosphere that looks like the future… or at least, a set from the Jetsons. But they must be old enough to need reading glasses because they thoughtfully beamed down strands of unobtrusive white light so I could easily read the menu. How thoughtful! I’m sure this also boosts tab size because now everyone can see all the tempting offerings. I love this wine list. Unlike Aureole’s wireless wine book, this baby is printed on paper. All you have to know about wine is how to turn the pages! The lessons are simple without being sophomoric. It’s the perfect place to prep for the next time Jeopardy comes to LVNV. If Alex Trebec asks you what wines require nero d’avola grapes, you’ll know the answer tout suite (pronounced toot sweet.) Ditto for the menu. Fiamma is one of the toniest fress-to- impress places in LVNV. But the menu is as straightforward as the one at Five and Diner. Even though it is a magnet for the city’s savviest diners, you don’t have to know a rigatoni from a ravioli to feel at home at Fiamma. Everyone who appreciates fine food will feel comfortable the minute they sit down. After the patio at The Palm, which overlooks the throngs at Caesars Forum Shops, there is NO better place to watch people than at Fiamma. Unless the humans come from the wedding chapel, everyone going to the Garden has to pass you. I suggest perusing the RJ and making your dinner reservations based on the performer. Like cowboy hats? Watch the Alan Jackson crowd. Prefer to peer at the pugilists? We’ve got the big De la Hoya fight coming up. If you’re into bird watching, Jimmy Buffett’s parrot heads will be flying through. Oh, I guess I should talk about the food. Everything is magnifico. What do you expect from the reigning Chef of the Year? Aired 05 September 2003
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