Food

What Vegas and the South of France Have in Common

To Start, There's Primrose Restaurant

By Ginger Harris ·
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Today some tourists in shorts went gaga over a fake Eiffel Tower.

And a wasted Minnie Mouse staggered past a faux Arc de Triomphe.

While you ate real bouillabaisse and drank real Burgundy and thought about how good life can be.

All because you embraced Primrose, an elegant new Provençal-inspired restaurant, now soft-open in the Monte Carlo (soon to be Park MGM).

Walking in, you and your date will note the country home vibe amid glass French doors and lush, potted greenery. Or maybe you won't notice and just head straight to the bar.

Should such a thing occur, order the Moulin Rouge with bourbon, fortified red and white wine and an orange and brandied cherry garnish. 

Drinks in hands, continue next to the drawing room. It’s stocked with books about French flavors, impressionist painters, country estates and the late, great Jerry Lewis. Only not that last part.

Better to read the menu, which you'll do once you take your table in the grand dining room hung with art from famous names like Pablo Picasso and Jean Cocteau. Some of them are really good.

Anyway, on to that menu full of grilled delectables. Like short ribs poached in beef fat for two days, then grilled. Or the bouillabaisse with octopus and scallops.

And for dessert, there's berry-and-cream cake.

Funny, it doesn't sound French.

On a typical Wednesday, Ginger Harris is likely seeking reposado tequila, squeezing her way to the front of a concert or jumping on the back of an Indian motorcycle. That’s just Wednesdays, though.

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