2007 Las Vegas, Nevada, United States of Amurica. You read it right - this is what Amuuurrica is all about. Vegas spoiler alert - I've been to Paris, and the Paris Hotel is not Paris. I've been to Venice, and The Venetian definitely ain't Italy. But when there's food to be eaten, there are photos to be taken.
Venetian Hotel, Postrio Bar and Grill:
*ah* Don't you just love Venice? San Marco Square, the Grand Canal, eating a yummy meal al fresco by the moonlight? Hey, what time is it anyway? Nine o'clock?! How come it still looks like it's noon around here? Where are the pigeons? How come no one is speaking Italian? (*insert sound of record scratching/wheels screeching to a halt*) This isn't my beloved Venezia! Just a bizillion dollar hotel made to look (remarkably) like Venice. *sigh*. I guess it'll have to do. It's amazing how they made the ceiling/sky change ever so slightly but never get dark so you would stay in there forever like I did. It's not too late for pie, is it?
We jetted over to Paris - Paris Hotel Las Vegas that is. How could I go to Vegas and not eat at a buffet? I'm not usually a fan of buffets. I don't like the idea of having to line up for food that I'm paying good money for. Is it wrong to ask for someone to bring it to me? Is it?
I also don't like watching other people ahead in line, shoveling large amounts of food that they will most likely not even eat onto their plates, all the while there are little starving children in the world who will never know how delicious duck confit is. Mmm all you can eat duck confit...
The line up was LONG. This had better be worth it. It's bad enough you have to line up to plate your own food, but to add more insult, you are forced to stand in a winding Disney-style line with no end in sight. That velvet rope does not make me feel VIP! I want to make my own crêpe damn it! I get a little cranky when I'm hungry.
Et voilà! My self-serviced plates of delicious frenchness. Mind the blurry images. I get a little hypoglycemic when I have to stand in line for food. For all those starving children in the world - that's duck confit on the first plate, below the carrot. I even got to make my own damn crêpe.
