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| - OK. So, this place upset me tremendously, from the moment we arrive. Let me explain what happened:
We arrived for our 5pm reservation, as we had an early flight, at 4:55pm. 5 minutes before they were "officially" open. Though, there was service in the bar, the host refused to seat us at our table for 5 minutes, while we waited for service to finish their set up. The host, did offer us a seat at the bar, but I was already thinking about where I would rather spend my money, than spend it on a place that refused to seat someone 5 minutes early. Not usually a big deal, except the early party included me, and an 84 year old guest of mine. And the tables were cleaned and set. I could see them, and pointed at the tables, to the host.
I was truly upset about this and complaining while we went to the closest roulette table to sit down for 5 minutes, in which, we were AGAIN told to move (another story, for another time).
Secondly, when our dining companions arrived, the host made a big show of how our dining companions, (whom had the early flight) had luggage, and weren't allowed on the dining room floor with their luggage. What the fuck? You're a mediocre restaurant in a hotel. You expect people to not have luggage in Las Vegas? One of the most heavily touristed cities in the world? In a hotel, in which people stay, and bring luggage, in and out, on a LITERALLY DAILY basis, you're going to luggage-shame us?
I don't understand how luggage is disruptive to one's dining experience, unless you embarrass the guest's with the luggage. I don't understand how luggage might be disruptive to another guest's dining experience unless those with luggage are wholly inconsiderate and put the luggage on someone else's table. I don't how purses, backpacks and shoulder bags are any less disruptive than a couple of wheel-y bags. (If someone could please message me, and explain to me this etiquette I would greatly appreciate it. Also, will be forced to retract these last 2 paragraphs of this review.)
I was always taught that first impressions are the most important. And on 2 separate, EARLY occasions to impress a diner, they basically told us to fuck ourselves. Twice.
That being said, the ambience, food and service was fine, but I was already super pissed, and too frustrated to give the 3 other components to our meal a fair review.
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