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Lady Luck and I are not friends — we're barely even acquaintances. Unlike my father, who was a pretty savvy gambler, I'm lousy at all games of chance. But I have a couple of friends who play slot machines the way Joshua Bell handles the violin. Like virtuosos, I'm telling you.
I mention these two gambling women because they're practically the only friends I have who ever take me out to dinner.
There's a caveat to dining with the lady gamblers: We have to eat at one of the casino restaurants. Part of their lucky streak includes the comp points that entitle them to free meals — lots of them — in the more upscale casino dining rooms. Neither of these friends will venture into the lowbrow buffets, even the relatively well-laden Horizons Buffet at the Ameristar. Most of the gambling dens have at least one white-tablecloth restaurant. Maybe it's a steakhouse (I'm particularly fond of The Range at Harrah's and the Argosy's Journey Wood-Fired Steaks) or something intimate and cozy, such as Farraddays' at the Isle of Capri. The latter still serves a nicely done steak or seafood dinner, though the dining room is looking increasingly forlorn.
Not long after Ameristar Casino shut down its Italian restaurant, Bugatti's Ristorante & Café (where I had several really fine meals), Harrah's opened its own ristorante italiano with great fanfare: Mike & Charlie's Italian Restaurant. It wasn't a particularly risky move on the part of Las Vegas-based Harrah's Entertainment Inc. Almost any dining concept that the company put in the space formerly occupied by the ill-conceived Moby's Fish Tales would have been an improvement.
Even with my luck, I'm willing to bet that Mike & Charlie's will succeed. The odds are definitely stacked in its favor, starting with its namesake proprietors — iconic restaurateurs Mike Garozzo and Charlie Gitto. Gravel-voiced Garozzo is probably the best-known purveyor of Italian-American cuisine in Kansas City; his four restaurants are extremely popular and serve consistently first-rate fare. I'm less familiar with Gitto, who owns Charlie Gitto's on the Hill in St. Louis. A friend of mine from that city — a real food snob — has always raved about Gitto's food, so I'll take her word for it.
The first time I ventured into Mike & Charlie's, my friend Bob and I were guests of the high-rolling Georgina, queen of the comps. It wasn't long after the restaurant's much-publicized grand opening, and Garozzo was still playing the celebrity host, shaking hands and pointing out two of his beautiful daughters who were working in the joint.
Georgina is not my friend's real name. As much as she loves the excitement and risk of her casino compulsion, she's still in the closet about this aspect of her personal life. The women in her bridge club might be scandalized to see her sitting, mesmerized, at an I Dream of Jeannie slot machine or to find out that she could easily pay an expensive restaurant bill with only her comp credits.
But that night, I was the recipient, along with Bob and Georgina's tolerant husband, Edward (not his real name, either), of her largesse. "Order anything you want," she told us.
We did. Bob insisted on his own starter, a sumptuous pillow of pesto ravioli in a supple Gorgonzola-cream sauce, sided with sautéed shrimp in spicy Diablo sauce. I shared a meaty stuffed artichoke, perfectly steamed and dripping with bread crumbs, bits of pink prosciutto, tiny shrimp and melted cheese. It's not an appetizer I typically like (I've tasted so many soggy or tough versions in other restaurants), but this was exceptionally good and fun to share.
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