Let me state first, I had the hots for Bobby Flay for a long long time. We came to Vegas for our honeymoon and my husband knew I HAD to go to a Bobby Flay eatery. \n\nWhat a friggin bust! \nFirst off, I, the giddy school girl inside, came right out and asked if Mr Flay was there (obviously knowing there was a 99.9% chance he wasn't), and he wasn't. And the host came right out and asked me \""Why, he is so full of himself, such a dick\""\n\nYikes, someone got yelled at, or saw something that the TV doesn't show.\nIf your staff is talking like that, then that's a problem.\n\nSo we sit, and I don't see anything I really want to eat. We get apps.\nThe waiter, glared at us, ignored us, probably because we weren't middle age upper white class. We are in our 20s, tattooed and middle class... sue me! So he finally comes over with these cheddar biscuits- they were pretty good.\n\nWe get the duck tamales, or something like that... lets just say it went right through us, and we were sick for the last 2 days on our trip.\n\nSo Bobby Flay\nYour staff called you a dick\nYour staff is just as pretentious as you\nYour food wasn't good, and possibly gave us food poisoning.\nAnd I met you a year later at a book signing, and it all came together, you are just a fantasy, a seemingly nice guy on TV- but I think you're host in Vegas said it best....\n\nWill never go back.