Family Reunion

 

 

 

D.O.C.G

Cosmopolitan

3708 Las Vegas Boulevard South

(702) 698-7000

$$$

Once in a while, I’m reminded of the serious perks that come with my job. Sometimes you just have to pinch yourself and realize that the bottles of Veuve, the italian leather wristlets and the fabulous comped dinners are NOT something of the norm.  Makes the endless hours on the Blackberry, the back to back conference calls and the putting out the proverbial fires worth it…alright, almost.

But, the best perks, are the ones that are unexpected…the ones that are extended to you out of the goodness of someone’s heart…simply because they want to invite you to THEIR dinner table…because they view you as FAMILY.

After a long 5+ days in this little known place called VEGAS, I was exhausted…dirty…felt worn down and had the imprint of my Blackberry forever pressed into the skin of my palm.  My client and I had been looking forward to the promise of a free drink & app graciously extended to us all day…a cocktail and a cheese platter, what could be better?

That’s when we met the family over at D.O.C.G, the Scott Conant creation connected to his world-renown Scarpetta, located in the Cosmopolitan hotel. 

This rustic pizza and wine bar, famously named after the Italian wine origin, Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantitaenvelopes you with a warm sense of “coming home” with the dim reddish-yellow exposed lighting and the thick wooden benches & tables.

Couples leaned in close over bottles of their Italian reds…the garish sequined wrapped groups of young twenty-somethings shared gourmet truffle pizzas and laughed over the bottles they had spilled & men they had charmed the night before…

We take our place at the bar and are instantly greeted by a friendly (and clearly Italian) manager who immediately takes our hands (er, ENGULFS our hands)in his  and genuinely thanks us for coming to experience the place he fondly calls “home”.  The look of pride washes over his face as we gush over the ambiance, the bubbly prossecco and the smells of pesto and truffle oil wafting from the exposed brick pizza oven at the back of the restaurant. 

Still holding our hands, and still beaming, he invites us back to the kitchen where we meet the head chef, (um, HELLO HANDSOME), and we proceed to observe the thick pasta being prepared and cut by hand, the fresh vegetables being sliced and seasoned, the finalized dishes being observed and perfected by each chef…It was a well-oiled machine but there was nothing robotic about it.  Each chef was joking with each other, smiling and clearly proud of each dish they placed in front of the head chef for inspection.

We make our way over to Scarpetta, the romantic dining experience side, with ceiling to floor windows overlooking the fountains of the Bellagio.  At this time, two more owners have joined us…each chiming in with their own stories of previous celeb diners and famous parties.  We make our way over to the Chef’s table.  A private room overlooking the fountains and dubbed the “second best seat in Vegas”, falling shortly behind the corner table at the Paris Eiffel tower.

A little secret–the glass is one way overlooking the kitchen…which means you can observe the chefs prepare your dinner but they can’t see you…UNLESS, you happen to test this little theory and press your unmentionables against the glass.  If you see a chef smirk, now you know why…

At this time my client and I were ITCHING to try some of the famous dishes…and, as a “welcome to the family”….our gorgeous (er, GRACIOUS) chef laid out a spectacular feast with all of the highlights from both the D.O.C.G and Scarpetta menus.

WARNING: Amateur photos below…

We started with an expansive charcuterie platter with some of the finest meats and cheeses all imported from a particular New York cheese cellar (me? Name drop?).  Before we could even blink, the platter was whisked away and before us was placed two bacon-wrapped giant prawns sprawled out on firm salty lentils which had absorbed the smokiness of the bacon.

And the balls…no, not garlic knots (see my post about C&O Trattoria)…but SAUSAGE STUFFED GREEN OLIVES LIGHT BATTERED AND SERVED IN A MINI SKILLET.  Blasphemy, I know, but Lord please forgive me.

We held on to those for dear life as our 3rd course was presented…grilled octopus in a light broth and their famous Scialatielli Pasta “arrabbiata” with succulent chunks of fresh lobster & shrimp.  We then switched to a lighter pink prossecco, slightly unzipped the backs of our body-con dresses

(Vegas’ finest) and thought we were defeated…And that is when they rolled out the white truffle pizza with a coddled egg that is broken and spread before us at the table.  Appropriately entitled the “D.O.C.G. Pizza” this transformed my opinion of pizza…seriously.  It was a masterpiece, a feast, a DELICACY.  I was sold.

I couldn’t end this post without a little shout-out to the head chef’s personal creation that we were able to test & give feedback before it’s officially added to the menu.  If he doesn’t add this dish immediately, then I’m personally wringing his neck.  Squid ink pasta with finger-size pieces of fresh king crab. I…mean…heaven. If you haven’t had a squid ink dish before, or are squeamish by the blackish color, then this is the dish to break in your palate.

We hugged, we kissed, we never stopped embracing each other…our new found family brought together over amazing food and wine.

They had opened their doors and gave us a first hand experience of joining the D.O.C.G family.  With one last SALUTE over a sweet walnut port for dessert they sent us off with a Ciao and a kiss.

I can’t wait until the next family reunion. 

CIAO BELLA!

-Dine & Dish LA

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Neptune’s Net

42505 Pacific Coast Highway
Malibu, CA 90265
(310) 457-3095
Price: $

I wouldn’t ever qualify myself as a food SNOB, per say…but I’ll admit that I was pretty close to putting my foot down as we pulled into the gravel parking lot of the biker bar/wooden shack the locals calls Neptune’s Net

 I know what good seafood is ladies & gents…I know the pleasure of peeling the perfectly cooked prawn or cracking the freshest steamed crab.  So when my father suggested we try this seafood joint (yes, the only way I could really describe it would be “joint”) I felt my nose rise a little to the heavens.  I obliged, always giving a seafood restaurant the benefit of the doubt, and squeezed my way through the Harleys and Hondas to make my way into the cafeteria style line. Specials were scribbled on the chalk board above the cash register, each one ending in “box” or “platter”.   As I prepared my stomach for the worst, the steamed shrimp po’boy caught my eye and my hopes were immediately raised.

Literally two minutes later my number was called and we settled down on one of the wooden benches overlooking the cliffs stretching along the ocean.  I took a bite.  I was in heaven.  Fresh shrimp poured out of each end of the sandwich with the perfect concoction that could only be homemade cocktail sauce and tartar sauce combined.  The biggest surprise?  There was not one speck of grease in my cardboard box.  I looked around thinking that I had discovered something special but saw many other people (quite possibly the Hell’s Angels members circa 1992) with the same look on their faces.  Five bucks for this sandwich, spilling over with fresh shrimp?  The crab cake platter also caught my eye…two crab cakes a little bigger than my fist…visible chunks of crab meat sans breading…I was tempted to give in to round two, but was instantly reminded by my father that he had other plans for that day rather than eating (sacrilegious if you ask me!).

So for those who are in the same boat as me who feel they have YET to find a decent seafood “joint” on the west coast (for less than your monthly pay check), this place is for you.   Just remember to brush up on your gear head trivia and leave your LA snobbery in your BMW.

-Dine & Dish LA

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