Maybe it is just me. Maybe I am just too stupid to make the connection. Maybe I don't pay attention until I care. Maybe I am self absorbed . . .
or maybe it is I know the Cidade Maravilhosa . . . . Rio de Janiero . . .
I had no idea that the Rio is a Rio de Janeiro themed hotel . . . Ipanema Tower . . . Buzios Seafood Restaurant . . . come on I should have connected the dots immediately . . . Ipanema is an upscale neighborhood and beach . . . Buzios an upscale resort town north of Rio . . . I have figured it out immediately but I did not . . . somehow even with all the clues it just lacked the clues I need for it to be Rio. But back to that later . . .
I got a great rate so off to Rio I go. The hotel is your typical casino resort . . . except all the rooms are suites. Great, I like some space and space is what I got and it was delivered in a clean, efficient manner. Nothing to complain about especially for the price, $43/night. The food left something to be desired . . . but hey I can be a hard ass about food especially when the value proposition is askew. I ate at the All American Bar & Grille and VooDoo. Look at those review for detail, but the first is OK at best (what it has to do with Rio . . . no idea) and VooDoo . . . well don't you doo the Voodoo . . . enough said unless all you care about is a fantastic view.
Wait back to the topic at hand . . . the hotel . . . I don't gamble . . . It was a nice room everything was adequete . . . the bed was not as luxury as last week's at the Golden Nugget. I guess that is the issue . . . It was just a bigger room done adequately . . . so disconnected from the expectation I formed once I connected the dots and realized that somehow they were trying to give me a Rio experience . . . Rio is SOOOOOO much more.
I tried to be fair . . . late one of the nights I went looking for something that connects me to Brasil in a heart beat some cachaça . . . Real Rio is the home of the Cachaça Institute a place where you can choose between 3000 + different types of cachaça . . . Off I went on my quest . . . certainly they would have some of my beloved cachaça velha . . . one bar, then the next . . . always the same . . . Leblon . . . fuck that is bastardized cachaça distilled by a Frenchman and majority share owned by Bacardi . . . aged in american oak. I can't taste Brasil in it and it is harsh like pinga (a term used with cheap cachaça). But wait finally some hope . . . Sagatiba (say it properly Sa ga chee ba - not Sa ga tee ba . . . proud of you, keep up the good work.) at the final bar . . . my own version of the walk of desperation . . . 'Excuse me did you say Sagatiba? Puro (aged only to the minimum - used in mixed drinks) and Velha (aged long enough to give it a tint and smooth it out to sip it although a bit rough . . . not true velha) . . . The bartender said only one let me show you the bottle . . . Puro . . . but authentic Brasilian cachaça nonetheless . . . Maybe the Rio has hope to live up to that expectation . . . I looked at my momentary best friend and ordered an authentic caipirinha . . . instantly I was just a bit closer to the Cidade Maravilhosa . . .
Just for that I will return to the Rio, the clean, large rooms and Sagatiba but only for the right price.