Carbone

Carbone is Major Food Group's 1950s New York Italian-American fantasia at Aria — tuxedoed captains working the room like a Scorsese casting call, tableside Caesar theatrics, and a spicy rigatoni vodka that launched a thousand imitations. Since 2015 it has stayed what it opened as: the hardest table on the Strip that isn't a supper club.

The math of getting in: the Resy window opens about 30 days out and prime slots go the same morning — book at drop time or settle for the bar and lounge, which take limited walk-ins off-peak. Dinner only, from 5pm nightly. The check builds fast — pastas run high-$20s to low-$40s, mains $40-70, the veal parm hits $69 — and the portions are built for the table, not the plate.

Honest framing: it's loud, it's a scene, bread and sides land as add-ons, and service at peak can feel like choreography with a stopwatch. None of that dents the experience if you come for what it is — the spicy rigatoni, the tableside Caesar for two, and the ask-your-captain off-menu meatballs are the holy trinity. Count on $150-250 a head with cocktails.