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These were my walking shoes for the day.
We took the train that took us to the baggage claim, which we were able to just breeze through, to the transportation area. We got in a taxi and requested the Bellagio and, “Please don’t take the tunnel.” Now, I’m not exactly sure what the “tunnel” is, but from my reading on Trip Advisor I had learned if going to certain hotels, you DO NOT want them to take this route because it does not save time and costs more money. Some travelers report taxi drivers arguing with them, but this was the second time I had made this request and both times the drivers were good with it.
It didn’t take long to get to the Bellagio and it was only about 8 o’clock. The taxi fare came to about $15, but Zung gave him a $20 and said keep the change. We’ve never won much of anything in Vegas, so I don’t know why he was acting like a high roller.
Since it was so early, I didn’t know if we would be able to check in. Our check in girl said she would see. I handed over my driver’s license and credit card with a $20 between it and asked if there were any upgrades available. This is known as the $20 trick. Basically it’s a pre-tip, or sometimes referred to as a bribe. We had gotten a great rate for the lowest level room and she upgraded us to a fountain view room which is also a renovated room. It’s not a huge upgrade and it is possible she would have given it to us anyway, but we were happy with it. And we got our requested room of a king bed, non-smoking, available right now. She asked if we were celebrating anything special and I said our anniversary. She said, “That’s nice.” She didn’t seem interested at all, so I guess it was just one of those questions they are supposed to ask. (For those who ARE interested, it’s 33 years this Saturday, June 9th).
We walked through the casino to the elevators. When Susie and I had stayed here, we’d had rooms in the Spa towers and it was a much longer hike to the elevators. They usually check room keys before letting you on the elevator, but there was no one there this morning. Who knows what psycho could have been waltzing on to the elevators?
Nevada has instituted the Indoor Clean Air Act and so there is no smoking inside, except on casino floors, which is a huge joke because the casino is open and you usually have to walk through it to get to elevators, rooms, restaurants, the pool. You get the idea. Bellagio has a good air venting/filtering system though. The smoke did not bother me much and I am very sensitive to it.
Our room was on the 9th floor and it was waaaaaaaaay down the hall. I didn’t take any pictures of the room, but it was nice. It had a king sized bed, flat screen TV, and outrageously priced mini bar items. The check-in girl had warned me, twice (in the exact same words – she really was on auto-pilot), that items were on a sensor and you get charged automatically if you even lift something up. I didn’t touch anything in the fridge.
The bathroom and dresser had a black granite counter top. There were double sinks, separate tub and shower and a nice full length mirror (because a lady should always check how she looks in a full length mirror before presenting herself to the public). Towels were thick and soft. The hair dryer had good, hot, blowing power. There was a lighted make-up mirror. There were two comfortable sitting chairs and a desk. The drapes and sheers were automatic and there were controls by the bed and over by the foyer. There was an abundance of abundantly thick pillows.
There were supposed to be robes, but they were missing. We called housekeeping and they said they would deliver some. We opened one of the drawers and there was food in it! Food! In the drawer! A plate of lemon wedges, jars of jam and a plate of breads (one had a bite taken out).
WTF? Are you kidding me? This would be unacceptable at any hotel, but the Bellagio? A AAA 5 diamond hotel?
I called housekeeping and informed them of the situation and requested the food be taken away. There was a pregnant pause and then she said they would “look into it.”
Um, yea. That’d be a good idea.
We left right after that and it was gone when we came back. But there was never any kind of apology for such an unacceptable condition of the room.
We unpacked and then headed off to find breakfast. I knew where we were going. Bouchon at the Venetian. I also knew what I was going to have. I’d had it when I was here 4-5 years ago and I’d dreamed about having it again. It was that kind of dish.