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| - My boyfriend met me and my family in Las Vegas. My parent's own a time share at the (read sarcasm) super swanky Tahiti Village. I wanted one night in Las Vegas to be amazing for me and my boyfriend.
I started out looking for hotel names I recognized there, then started talking to some folks. Then reading on-line reviews. We aren't Las Vegas people, we don't gamble, drink all night or any of the normal Las Vegas activities. So that's what I searched for and I decided on the Mandarin Oriental.
The Mandarin Oriental was perfect for us. You enter the building at street level, it's quiet and understated. You take the elevator to the 23rd floor to check in. Everyone on staff we encountered was amazing, everyone. The bellman, the woman checking us in, the concierge whose name is escaping me deserves special recognition. (she is blond).
The room was amazing, clean and beautiful. The pool area was sheer heaven. My only adjustment on that were there were some "lovely" ladies in a cabana who were subjecting everyone else to their crappy music taste.
Here is our conversation with the concierge:
Hi, we want to have dinner shortly, don't have reservations, don't want to dress up more than we are, we are from San Francisco so we are snobby about food, but we don't want to pay an arm and a leg. Holy cow did she nail us. She found us the perfect restaurant within walking distance, and gave us a few others to try for our visit. Told us about secret pizza. She was absolutely amazing and totally got her clientele.
When I go back to Las Vegas, we will definitely be there again.
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