They have a really cool bar at the Bellagio that's on the first floor (towards the back). And a chocolate fountain. And the Chihuilly (sic?) glass in the lobby.
It's unlike the other hotels I saw in Vegas in that it's really like wandering around an exceptionally large Italian villa where you happen to be a guest.
Coffee with my father. There are so many things about the war years that I never thought to ask him. After him, coffee with my father-in-law, to hear the war stories he never told his children but that he was apparently willing to tell me but I didn't think to pay as much attention as I should.
Ooh, I didn't know there was Chihuly at the Bellagio! I'll have to see that. I really like his stuff.
The Bellagio is stunning. I remember being particularly struck by those glass flowers on the ceiling.
The Chihuly exhibit at, shoot, was it the de Young? Somewhere in SF. Wherever it was, just the sheer mass of glass on display was amazing. It looks like the Bellagio may deliver a similar effect.
Of course, the casinos of Vegas are wretched excess, but sometimes it's such lovely wretched excess. It's like Renaissance patronage of the arts, rich entities showing off their wealth and occasionally doing it with class.
The Society Cafe in the Wynn/Encore has a KICK ASS Chocolate espresso martini, as I seem to recall. Worth a walk to get it.
The Society Cafe in the Wynn/Encore has a KICK ASS Chocolate espresso martini,
That was made of nom.
And now I want to go back to Vegas
(go on, act surprised)