I am not here to gripe about the prices. (They are high.)
I am not here to gripe about the service. (Once our waitress showed up, she was engaging, offered thoughtful recommendations, and took due care that we were chequed out quickly since we were running late for a show.)
I am not here to gripe about the drinks. (I am honourary Mormon, so I don't necessarily know a good one from a bad one.)
I am not here to gripe about not being provided complimentary drinking water, or about the food (eat at a real restaurant, people ...), or about how bright/dim/in-between the sexy lighting was on that particular night.
I am here to file a complaint about there being a fucking gratuity line on my goddamn cheque for the waitress (deserving) and another for the bus service. What the fuck! Why not include a gratuity line for every goddamn employee employed at Bellagio?
Why not a line for every employee in MGM Resorts International? No ... why not a line for every shareholder of the stock? Why not a line for His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama?
What ... the ... fuck?
Share the goddamn tips, you goddamn monsters!
When will it end?
Rating: Two-stars, "Meh. I've experienced better."
Postscript. Nothing was even left to be bused away since we took our drinks to the show. (The doorman of Lily intercepts you and pours them into plastic cups. He definitely should have a line on the goddamn cheque for gratuity, at least more so than the buser.)