Formerly a deserted Japanese (?) Steak (??) House (???) along a more upscale area of Strip-Club Row, the massive missive that is Seafood Island, 4700 W. Reno Ave., is an extravagant piece of Las Vegas-in-a landmass floating among the trash vortices that line the busy street. Driving by there a few times a week on the way to and from the Indian Clinic, I have become so intrigued by the usually-empty parking lot and the row of 30% off signs that I decided to dock my trace-amounts of hunger there for a quietly-festive birthday lunch last week. Land…ho?
Once one walks past the intimidating horse statues that keep quiet sentry over the property of the Island, inside you’re immediately greeted by a caustic life-size pirate ship and a moderate fountain with one of those monstrous spinning marble spheres in it as the restaurant’s illuminated logo maintains a steady-pace on the vertigo-inducing high ceilings. It’s a moving tribute to Poseidon, Aquaman and the hard-working pirates who stalk the Somali waters, all at the same time.