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| - If you spend much time looking through reviews of Vegas hotels a motif of sorts emerges pretty quickly...
"who cares about the room?"
"but it's just for sleeping in a couple of hours so who cares?"
"I don't spend any time at my hotel so I don't care if it sucks!"
What these people fail to recognize, I fear, is that it is precisely this dearth of expectation that provides for such a low standard. And where exactly do these people relax after a day of walking those endless casino-miles? Where do they get ready to go out for the night? Where indeed do they get their freak on?
The prevailing wisdom asserts that the hotel room is the LEAST critical measure of enjoyment as pertains to the successful Vegas getaway. I am here to disabuse you of any notion that the party-line is worth your penitent regard. From where I sit your hotel room is by far the MOST important decision you will make when plotting your Sin-City sojourn.
Easy for me to say, of course, because from where I sit is in my room at the Mandarin Oriental hotel.
Located on the periphery of City Center, right on the strip, the MOLV is your quiet and civilized oasis. Calm. Serene. Tranquil. Beautiful.
Expensive.
Yeah it costs more than a few extra dollars to stay here, so if you're hoarding your readies to flay the stickmen at the craps table then perhaps the IP is a better option. But to my mind, that money is far better-spent on the tasteful luxury and warm, welcoming atmosphere afforded to the lucky traveler who rests his head here. You will want for nothing. You will not spend 40 minutes checking in. You will not have to navigate a crowded and smoky casino to access your room.
I admit it. The Mandarin has spoiled me for every other hotel on the strip. Even options I had considered "a step up" in the past now seem hopelessly dreary. But on a recent visit the tariff for my room was only 20 bucks more a night than what was surely a cramped shoebox at the sprawling and cacophonous MGM Grand.
Another perk... after inquiring of the doorman how far a walk it was to the Cosmopolitan he responded with an estimate of 5-10 minutes or so, but if i could wait 5 minutes the house car would be available to drive me to my destination. Hmmm.... walk or be driven there in the back of a chauffeured Mercedes. Yeah, not such a tough call, there.
So look. You can take your chances at mandalayexcaliburcircuscircuswynnmiragepalacestationpolotowersballagio or wherever else the hoi-freaking-polloi is congregating. You will save yourself money, but what you give up, to me seems far more dear. Do yourself a favor. Care about something. Be good to yourself. See you there.
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