Since 1976, Georges La Forge's Pamplemousse Le Restaurant has enchanted couples with its romantic ambiance, and it has charmed celebrities such as Frank Sinatra with its elegant, low-key atmosphere. Like a high-stakes game of baccarat played for marshmallows, the cozy, country-inn feel of the hideaway provides a welcome oasis of approachability amidst the neon-colored nightlife of the nearby Las Vegas Strip. Warm candlelight at each table flickers as shadows dance upon the burgundy-colored walls and tucked-away alcoves. Complimentary baskets of crudités begin meals of traditional Gallic fare made with fresh, wholesome ingredients. The strains of French music softly fill the air as guests savor the tastes of wild-caught salmon, pâté spread on toasted baguettes, racks of spring lamb, and grilled filet mignon.
The sun is just beginning to rise over the nearby mountains as diners shuffle into Egg Works, suppressing yawns, stretching their arms, and sleepily greeting friends and family. Once they find their seat, though, the energy of the restaurant seeps into their mood. Waitresses swing by to flood their cups with steaming coffee and crowd tables with plates of cheesy omelets, spicy mexican breakfasts, and the sweet and savory crepes lauded by Rachael Ray. Others bring mason jars filled with bloody marys made with Habla Diablo hot sauce and bowls of Hawaiian-style sticky-rice breakfasts. As the sun clambers up the sky, breakfast favorites accept the stomach-filling aid of burgers, sandwiches, and the chefs' renowned Cincinnati-style chili—a hearty combination of chili, oyster crackers, and spaghetti.
Diners linger over third cups of coffee at the counters and cushy green booths of the casual dining room, watching flat-screen TVs mounted to walls where hand-painted murals from local artist Mike Miller stretch out. These paintings depict classic countryside scenes, from verdant fields to rolling mountains and New York City tour groups looking very lost.
Music swells in Le Provençal, ricocheting off the murals of the serene French countryside as waiters dressed in traditional peasant attire serenade diners with French and Italian numbers throughout the night. Nestled in the Paris Hotel and Casino, the restaurant introduces diners to the French countryside through steamed mussels, brick-oven flatbreads topped with smoked bacon or capers, and hearty parmesan-crusted chicken. It also prepares its house specialty, the bouillabaisse, and serves it tableside out of a vast cast-iron pot that bubbles with saffron-tomato broth and seafood, like a witch’s caldron but without the accidentally included pointy hat.
The local owners of The Cracked Egg whip up fresh, bountiful portions of the versatile ovular treat and much more in a warm, intimate setting for both breakfast and lunch. Their menu lumbers with creative choices, including a plentitude of gluten-free options. The eggs Benedict ($9.95) is the savory and lawful choice of hollandaise-glazed poachers, and omelets like the El Vaquero ($9.95) arrive fluffier and foldier than the finest edible cashmere sweaters. Noshers in need of a homespun sugar kick can neighbor a Mexican Skillet ($9.25) with a delectable slice of homemade coffee cake ($3.25).