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On the surface Tryst looks like the most luxurious, glamourous place you've ever been to. In reality the staff knows nothing about service and may as well be herding cattle. The place is always packed based on unjustified hype that is sure to fade as fast as a $100 bill on a roulette table if they don't start delighting their customers.
The full story:
We were in Vegas for a bachelor party two weeks back and needed a place for the main event of the weekend. After doing some digging around, the consensus seemed to be that Tryst is the newest and hottest of what Vegas has to offer. We've all heard the story of the 12 guys that walk up to the bouncer in a trendy club but never actually walk past the bouncer so we called ahead to make a table reservation. Now I don't really know how this is calculated but the manager tells us that getting 12 guys to Tryst requires a 4 bottle minimum. Sure, what the heck it's a bachelor party! We make the reservation.
Following a great Friday night at the Voodoo Lounge we get to Tryst on Saturday expecting another one, but far from it. After telling the host three times that we have a table reservation we wait around for about half hour while we watch wads of $100 bills being exchanged and scores of guys going in. Great, more guys! Then the manager calls to say if we want to guarantee being seated at a good table we should "take care of the host". Finally the host comes to get us, we thank him and pass a $100 bill, he looks at his hand, I look at his face, apparently multiple bills were in order. Somehow the best man manages to sweet talk the guy walking us down there and we get a nice central table. Once we sit down we're informed that we need to order all 4 bottles right away, so 2 vodkas, a gin, and a rum come our way for about $500 each plus cost of mixers (yes, they charge extra). A few hours pass, we drink, we laugh, we have a good time and we're down to the one bottle of rum. The bouncer pays a visit to inform us that one of our friends looks a little too drunk and needs to go home. We promise to take care of him, he's cut off. Next comes the waitress to deliver the news that if we want to keep our table we need to order more bottles. "But we still have a bottle!", nothing, "But the bouncer says people are too drunk!", nada, " But we just spent a few thousand dollars!!", no use. We're shipped to a table far in the back corner outside, right next to the emergency exit. At least if the 8 foot bouncer decides to throw another one of us out, he won't have to drag us too far.
Oh yeah, the waterfall's nice. I hope their freakin reputation drowns in it."
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