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| - I was pleased with the Paris experience, although I must admit we used it more as a launching pad than the main hangout. In that role, Paris might win supreme.
Food? I had a pain du chocolate from the cafe downstairs. It was good. I had a reuben from the St. Louis cafe. It was acceptable (had to ask for the dressing, corned beef was a little tough), but the fries were great. No special points for food from me.
Room? I slept in it. I could shower. Good enough.
The thing I liked about Paris was its walking proximity to places I wanted to go to hang out and do things (Caesars, Aladdin, Harrahs, etc.) and the fact that Paris isn't very popular. Why is that great? Because when you're heading back to the hotel at midnight or 1am on a Friday or Saturday night and you want to catch a nightcap or two in the hotel lounge, you can actually get a seat. In the past when trying something like that at the Bellagio or other popular places, you just can't, the places are packed and you have to stand. Nothing kills a buzz more than sore feet.
Beware the taxi-fetcher guys, though. Now, I understand it's a full service kind of thing, but I have a hard time tipping a guy that asks me where I'm going and tells that to the cab driver. If he's loading my bags, fine, but only saying something to a cab driver? Piss off. Apparently this Paris taxi-fetcher felt he should say something about the lack of tip because after getting in the cab he held the door and said, "I hope you appreciated the service," and slammed the door. The more I think about it, the more annoyed it makes me. This started as a 5-star review, but based on my annoyance typing this out I have to ding it a star for that.
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