We knew we wanted to try a top steak house during this Vegas trip, but how to choose? So many options with such great reputations. We turned to Chowhound to help narrow it down, and the description of steak and style led us to Carnevino. We’re glad that it did – it was one a great meal and maybe one of the best steaks I’ve ever had. After a 3-cheese amuse we inhaled the octopus starter (along with a surprising Pinot Grigio), followed by the lobster anolini (with a glass of Chard/Sauv blend), and then tucked into our steaks: New York strip for me, bone-in Filet Mignon for my wife. It was, as I said earlier, one of the best I’ve ever had…no sauces for me, just meat prepared perfectly. My wife’s cut, while obviously not as flavourable as my own, was almost impossibly tender. We paired these beasts with a 2004 Bartolo Mascarello Barolo – not the varietal we’d normally choose, but when in Rome (or a cheesy facsimile of Venice, as it were) you go with the flow.
A note on service: our server knew the right balance of leaving us alone but being right there when we needed something. It takes an experienced server’s eye to know how to find that point. Maybe the best example of that eye was noticing my wife’s hand -- she’d recently cut herself and got several stitches, so when they came out to carve her steak tableside they simply went a step further so that she didn’t have to use her knife at all. We appreciated it immensely.
One other note: instead of standard instrumental music or cheesy faux-rustic-Italian-crooner, the speakers played White Stripes and Black Keys. Granted, we sat down to dinner at 10pm so perhaps the music changed throughout the evening, but either way: score one more for Carnevino in our books.