This is the type of fanciful place you want to love so much. And its clever, an upscale coffee, pastry and chocolate vendor in the epicenter of the original Caesar's hotel area.
It earns stars for its swank and fun decor, the silly do-nothing gear machine and the counters filled with edible objets de' arte'.
But when the serivce is indifferent, pokey and classless, the establishment quickly looses its cachet. We bought a couple little chocolates (which lookedquite exotic but tasted more "de la Hershey") but the counter person was harried and vainly tried to hide her frustration as she was putting on a coat to leave with no substitute in place. My girl wanted to try something else, but how? Shift had changed and we were left hanging.
You would think such a lovely looking place trading on French pinache' would have polished service, not Polish service.