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| - It pains me to write this one. Remember when Rain first opened and became the new "it" club in Vegas? I recall my boys rushing to stay at this place solely because of that club. They would brag about how they got suites upstairs so that in the wee hours of the night, they can stumble their way back up to their rooms while the rest of us have to cab it back to the strip. I'm pretty certain they're not staying here these days.
The Pauly D Project this season definitely promoted the Palms. Not to mention the notorious Paul Oakenfold was also once a resident at Rain for some time. Even with all that glitz and glam, I can see that the hotel has declined and aged quickly like a consistent crack addict. So many years later, I finally got to stay here because my friends had a special discount.
Checking in was a breeze. They even upgraded one of our rooms to a one bedroom suite. The other room was a regular room which I will talk about later. We entered the suite which wasn't anything spectacular or mouth dropping. It was a living room with a single bedroom next door. The bathroom in the living room portion is just a toilet and a sink while the restroom in the bedroom is a full. The first thing that caught our attention was a poignant stench next to the far side of the bed. We may not watch CSI: Las Vegas but after years and extensive experience in the field, we knew that the odor was generated from the mixing of food, booze, and other unidentified materials. Plain and simple, someone must have yacked their a$$ off. The smell was fresh so it probably happened with the guests' right before us. At least we didn't see any chunks or residue. I only hope that the suspect's friends were able to snap some memorable photos. We called downstairs and they quickly sent us a guy who led us to another similar suite on a different floor.
Luckily the next suite didn't have an odor that rivaled a frat house. However, one of the sinks clogged up pretty quickly after barely running the water. It's not a big issue and we dealt with it but my curious mind started going off on a tangent. More barf residue? Pubeys? Okay enough of that...
The other room that I stayed in was an average room. We originally asked for two beds but somehow they decided to give a single bed and said the two bedrooms were all booked. I wasn't about to share a single bed with couple so I had two options, the couch or the floor. I'm not a super tall dude, 5'9"-5'10". The couch was about 4" long. Bite the bullet and ride it on the floor buddy. But the fun didn't stop there. Nothing major but when little stuff builds up; it starts to prey on you like the water board torture method. The water from the toilet in our restroom didn't stop running. The shower and sink pressure was weak, maybe because all the water was spewing through the toilet non stop? You can hear that crap all night. Speaking of noise, we also listened to bass throughout the night from the clubs and bars.
The only highlight of this stay was the Earl of Sandwich in the food court which just opened not too long. Actually the "fast" food court wasn't too shabby in general. Earl's, Panda's Express, Nathan's Famous Hot Dogs, a froyo joint, McDonald's, Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, and a pizzeria. There's also a movie theatre next to the food court. Love the fact that Earl is open 24/7.
Palms may look like a pleasurable and grand resort on the outside but I think they have slowly deteriorated internally. The once amazing and lively joint has lived out their prime. They are now in need of some dire work. Even a good amount of botox shots may not be able to bring their elite status back. I don't really see myself staying here again. It's off the strip, the rooms need fixing up, and I can always hit the original Earl of Sandwich at PH. Sorry Palms, you haven't aged well at all.
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