content: I'd fly back to Vegas just for the Truffle pasta. It was a pasta of the day, and what a glorious, glorious day that was. Er, two days (it was THAT good). I cant even remember anything else we ate (it was all delish) because we were in a heavenly like, orgasmic state. We might not have even talked the entire meal, other than about how great the pasta was. It's very likely at the top of my last meal on earth list. I love you, truffle pasta. You are the pasta of my life.