Something to celebrate if you hit.
Something to comfort you if you don’t.
Just march on over to Robert Irvine’s Public House, a giant bastion of comfort food from the buff British chef you may have seen on TV, opening today at Tropicana. Check out the slideshow.
You and your gambling cohorts will grab a seat at one of the leather chairs and order a round of pints. Between the brick walls and red and golden accents, you’ll toast your victory over the casino or begin the drowning of your losses.
Before long you’ll scour this menu. You may notice the Korean tacos, F&K fondue bacon burger and chicken-fried duck confit are not very English-sounding. And you may notice the stone-fired shepherd’s pie is. You notice things. Then you’ll eat a shepherd’s pie.
Soon you’ll find yourselves compromising on your various visions for dessert. You’re thinking the banoffee pie with banana, toffee and espresso ice cream.
And sometimes your thoughts become reality.