I was at LAVO celebrating their 10th-anniversary, but I was almost reluctant to go. Only because TAO Group create chambers of seduction that lure you with food and the occasional bottle service depending on which property you’re at. TAO Group anything is like sex; everybody loves it. And if they don’t, then I question their libido.
10-years ago I was trying to pass my permit test. It took me seven tries, I’m not ashamed to share. I have always been a late bloomer. Fast-forward 10-years and I’m in better shape. Not only did I pass my driver’s permit and now own a driver license, but I also had a car to get me to LAVO. Seems that we’re both doing well a decade forward.
One thing I’ve learned from TAO Group is that anything they’re behind on must be taken very extravagantly seriously. If they were a zodiac sign, they’d be a Leo. (Someone there has to be; I’m convinced.) I ate nothing, and I mean nothing, all day because I identify again someone at TAO Group must be a Leo– extravagant. Let’s just say I felt like Jesus at The Last Supper.
Only better than Jesus because he had bread or whatever and I had a handsome and savory, breaded and fried “Arancini” cheese ball filled with risotto gooey goodness and snowed-on shavings of truffle atop.
Then came the “Wagyu Steak Pizzaiolo” with a side of finger-licking duck-fat stacked potatoes plus their “Rolled Cannoli Cake” (accompanied with a fried cinnamon pastry and milky ice cream) that took me back to family road trips.
“Does anybody want any snacks for the road?” I can hear my dad ask as we stopped to add gas. Any food that can trigger a delicious memory is a rarity. (I hear these items were only on their 10th anniversary menu, but please ask for their General Manager Jason if you visit their Las Vegas location and demand these item…[I beg you]. Go ahead and blame it on me; tell him I sent you.)
While you’re asking for Jason also ask for Roy while, the busser who never let my water-cup empty and Tim (who knows quite literally the best vegan spots in Las Vegas) to wait on you. Although, you have to try the vegetarian beet salad by LAVO first.
I devoured that like if it were their hefty signature giant meatball or their “Chicken Parmesan” or their “Fried calamari” or their “Penne Chicken Pasta”, which I respect because classics are hit or miss and this surpassed expectations ORRRR…okay now I’m showing off, but you get the point.
But wait, what’s a TAO Group anniversary without their fried Oreos and a slice of their 20-layer chocolate and peanut butter cake? Because if you don’t order their towering slice, did you even LAVO bro?
10-years look damn well on LAVO and it tastes even better, too. Do take my warning seriously of TAO Group creating chambers of seduction that lure you with some of the most memorable meals and the occasional bottle service though because I was craving something that wasn’t on their menu that was there before during their 10-years at The Palazzo— LAVO Nightclub.
See, aside from the driving permit and driver license that I’m now a proud owner of during, a late bloomer (figure 1.1. your esteemed author of this article) found herself at LAVO Nightclub at 23-years-old as a two-year member of the 21+ club having not flexed her drinking cred. Not sure if c-executives at TAO Group know this, buuuuuuuut nostalgia is kinda-in. If not LAVO Nightclub, maybe LAVO Lounge where cakes and appetizers, WiFi, Old Fashions, and champagne cocktails can live? A girl can only dream (and I would totally help with development!). Maybe in 10-years to come, but hopefully maybe sooner?
To 10-years more– cheers 🥂.
