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We were up and at ’em early on our day of departure. Our flight didn’t leave until early evening, so we essentially had a whole day left to enjoy all that Vegas has to offer. We needed to eat breakfast and I wanted to get in some pool time before we had to check out.
First order of the day was to call and request a late check out. Zung did this. Normal check out time is eleven. They said we could stay until noon. I remember when noon WAS the check out time.
It was 9 am when there was a knock on our door. Our door, WITH the “Do Not Disturb” sign on it. I opened the door and someone from housekeeping was there, saying she was “just doing a room check.” What the hell does that mean? Why in the world would they knock on the door of a room that had a DND sign AND that was checking out that day? Seriously?
Another point against Bellagio.
We headed out for breakfast. We had decided on Mon Ami Gabi at the Paris hotel for our last breakfast. Paris is right across the street from Bellagio and fortunately there was a cross walk there, so it really was right across the street. There was a wait for an outside table, but we sat inside and were seated right away. The hostess asked us if we were going to catch any shows while we were in town. We told her we were leaving that day. As we sat there we heard her ask every single party she seated the same question. You’d think they’d mix it up a little bit for variety.
I ordered a Champagne with Framboise.
I was not flashing a gang signal. This meant that it was my third “Mimosa” type drink of the trip.
Zung had coffee.
He ordered an omelet and I ordered the Benedict du jour, which had heirloom tomatoes and avocado. It was so delicious. However, the eggs were undercooked with raw egg whites. I sent it back. I NEVER send food back unless it’s just horribly wrong. I can probably count on one hand how many times I have sent food back – and probably have a finger to two leftover. Raw egg whites make my list of horribly wrong food. So, back it went.
A new dish was brought out a short time later and I ate every last bite. It was some serious yum.
Mon Ami Gabi has a mix of places to sit. There is the outside seating area, just inside this area, where we were, which was bright and noisy (in a good way) and then a more inside area that was dark and quieter. It was a nice place for breakfast. Food was very good and service was good. I would definitely go back.
We go back to the hotel and discuss the game plan for the rest of the day. I want to go to the pool, Zung wants to go to a gallery in the hotel, I want to go to the Sugar Factory, and Fashion Show Mall, and, and…
And it’s clear something is going to have to give. I know Zung really isn’t in to going to the pool, so I tell him to go to the gallery while I go to the pool. He’s happy, I’m happy, and compromise is everything in a long-lasting marriage.
The pool was already crowded. I found a single chair in the shade of a large planter, right next to the pool. Works for me. I tried taking a self-portrait, but the angle makes it look like a gratuitous boob shot, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that I was there.
There was a large group of 20-something guys. They looked SO young that I was tempted to ask them where their babysitter was. There were some young women too. I have no idea where the image of Bellagio as an older crowd, possibly stuffy place to hang came from. Certainly not at poolside.
I was there 45 minutes and was getting up to leave when a cocktail waitress came by. You also are not going to get overwhelmed by the prompt and frequent service poolside.
I guess I have just been spoiled by the service in Mexico.
I made my way back to the room. There was shopping to be done and one more meal to be eaten.