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| - I-can-haz-soft-spot for Cocolini's. It's not the most exotic gelato shop in Vegas but it's the place where I lick my wounds, stop the bleeding, & control my urge to sob when things go horribly, horribly wrong at the Venetian Blackjack tables.
BLACKJACK @ VENETIAN?
Yeah. Y'see, there are only 2 lonely double deck Blackjack tables with a .40% house edge on $25/$5000 limits just outside of the food area of the Venetian. These tables have the lowest edge in the casino outside of high limit, and while they have a horrible 55%-60% cut that sometimes on good nights "adjusts for the better" with a solid set of tokes here & there, they're one of my favorite locations to play for a variety of historical reasons.
But things don't always go my way and on realllllly bad nights, when I fall off my stool in disbelief after a dealer repeatedly & shamelessly pulls a 5 on a 6 against my 20, I drag my bullet-ridden body to the food court in a "quest for sugar", all the while figuratively pulling those '5' cards out my back like sharp metal-tipped medieval arrows.
A QUEST FOR SUGAR?
Yeah - gelato. I mean, until they sell other, more effective stimulants at the food court, we'll all have be satisfied with gelato & sorbets. So I pull out my left-pocket money and throw down the cash for a quadruple scoop of Lychee & Mango sorbet + Mint Chocolate & Dark Chocolate ice cream. And I sit in the corner next to the lonely, rarely used ATM on the side and whimper quietly while eating gelato until I fall into a sugar-induced coma.
So if you ever see a Japanese guy in a dark sportcoat with short, gelled hair, sitting by himself next to the food court ATM eating a utterly colossal mound of gelato... give him your pity and maybe even offer your condolences. Bless you, kind reader... [sob]... bless you in advance.
OH, LOOK... SHIIIIINY OBJECT!
I sit next to the ATM for one reason and one reason alone... and that's to play the age-old game, "Pro or No". At 1:00AM, this narrow area in front of the food court is a well-known haven for escorts looking for their next customer. They sit at the dollar slots along the walkway toward the the elevators smoking Virginia Slims and occasionally playing a dollar or two on the "Indiana Jones" machines they're sitting at.
Spotting the 'creative capitalism' going on between the ladies and their new friends while chomping away at "a cup of Lychee" is a funny & distracting sport that challenges my weary noggin' & takes my mind off the fact that I just dropped a f-ckin' chocolate or two at the tables.
AND THAT REALLY MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER?
Oh yeah. Totally. It's a time-proven tradition - try it the next time you've lost an assload of money... so much dough that you can't even rationalize commiserating with your pals at the Rhino for fear of not having cab fare the next day.
After getting enough confidence to stand again, I can go back up to my room, smile, and open the ol' laptop to do something productive. Like write a review on Yelp about the wonders of Cocolini.
Uh... or something like that.
4-Stars.
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NOT JUST GELATO!
For the donut-inclined, Cocolini's also serves Krispy Kreme Donuts. They're delivered daily from the donut making operation in the Excalibur and makes for a nice treat that is saveable for tomorrow if you can't finish your donuts that night.
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