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| - Ohhhh, The Wynn. What a wonderful place to wonder what my life would've been like had I known what I wanted to do with my life at the age of 8, put my plan into action at 13 & had then done so well in high school that I was accepted into a college so prestigious that I was able to secure a high paying job right after graduation. If only, if only.
For those of us unable to afford the luxurious accommodations that the Wynn provides, eating at their restaurants comes as the next best option.
I was under the impression that such a grandiose establishment would therefore provide a red carpet experience equipped with only the best wait staff & recipes with ingredients fit to kill. Man oh man, was I wrong.
The terrace cafe is a beautiful brunch spot with an outdoor area that makes you feel like a queen despite your annual income, but this exhausts the list of good things I have to say about this outdoor hot spot.
As queen, I banish server Nicole & her TCP burger from this kingdom. Off with their heads! (kidding)
But not really. Nicole was a terrible server.. which surprised me given that the Wynn has a very extensive application/interview process & typically does a great job at weeding out the men from the boys.
My mom & I came here on a Saturday morning and decided to split an entree.. the TCP burger with a side of sweet potatoe fries, along with a Pepsi & a vanilla latte. Besides the 15 minute wait time on our drinks, we were more then happy to sit & catch up on the terrace while we enjoyed our refreshments. Well 15 minutes turned to 30, & the 30 minute mark brought a neighboring 6 top table who continually had to keep grandma from putting salt and pepper in her juice. And then 30 minutes turned to 45 and 45 turned to an hour & grandma and the rest of the family got their food & here my mother and I, who together ordered ONE entree, are still empty handed & Nicole has not been seen or heard from.
Nicole, it is OKAY that you forgot to put in my order & it's OKAY that the order was messed up. Any mistake that happened is OKAY. What is not okay, is that you neglected to come over & inform us of the situation & let us know that our food would be out shortly & apologize for any inconvenience.
The burger itself was an overcooked, even burnt, hunk-a hunk-a burnin beef. Yuck! Thank sweet Buddah it's hard to mess up fries.
Next time I'll try my luck elsewhere.
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