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7pm, Friday night.
8 girls traipsing around Vegas just beginning their night, being completely disappointed with the original dinner plan and now just plain hungry (half forgot to eat lunch) and not drunk enough.
5 restaurants selected, passed, and rejected prior to arriving at Canaletto.
40minutes, the projected wait for a table.
1 bottle of white wine imbibed at the bar during the wait.
1 glass of water courteously brought by the bartender.
2 plates of olive oil and balsamic vinegar poured while we ravenously thought of the bread that would accompany it.
0 bread baskets that arrived until we had ordered and received our drinks.
8 vicious, longing stares at the surrounding tables with their baskets of bread.
$15.95 for the vermicelli al pomodoro that I ordered.
2 thumbs up for the vermicelli - al dente pasta, fresh tomatoes and basil, just the right amount of filling and tasty before a long night.
2, as in O2, oxygen, which is what we're sure they must be piping in to the faux St. Mark's square where we sat, suddenly feeling alive, awake and certainly more than well-fed.
8 smiles on girls oncemore, ready to take Vegas by storm.
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