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| - I stayed here for 6 nights. Yes, six nights in Vegas, Am I a masochist? Perhaps. But it was for work. And even with that point of reference, time ceased to exist; as did regular sleep and nourishment. You find yourself in a neon haze surround by 4-inch heels and a plethora of douche. This level of exposure is really only recommended for the professional... or the insane... or perhaps Justin Beiber. My time in Vegas was something akin to Jesus's 40 days and nights. Was I tested? Yes. Was I enlightened? Only my pocketbook. Would I have rather endured this trial anywhere else? No. Cosmo is the place to be on the Strip. Until next week, when something shinier comes along.
The rooms are alright, 3/5. I had a mere City Room. Though I faced exposure to a Terrace Room and a Two Bedroom Suite. None of which knocked my socks off. But you don't really come to Vegas for the rooms do you? Not unless you are my mom. And then it's all about the rooms and nickel slots.
Comso is aout the scene, 5/5. And from a technical standpoint, the layout is quite refreshing. It is linear and provokes a casual and meander to and fro two definitive points of access--not this circular, "Wait where am I?" thing every other casino in Vegas has.
And then there's food: I ate at 8/14 restaurants during my stay. Yes, I lived here. All have the Vegas prim$um attached. So beware, but that is to be expected. The standouts for me were: Holstiens and Jaleo.
So indulge dear friends! Get meta and have a cosmo in Cosmo. I dare you. Your head may explode... But only temporally?
And if you need an explanation for this review: There is a chance I'm still slightly intoxicated as I write this. And yes, it's a week later.
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