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| - Good god, y'all! Where do I even start with this place? Probably the nicest hotel that has put me up so far.
I knew I was in for a rich (as in, I would soon be poor) experience when I first walked in the door and used the ATM and it spit out only Benjamins. But if you got to go down, do it in style. Bellagio's got style in spades. You know you're in a class joint when even the urinal dividers are solid marble.
Those beautiful people chatting in the hall that you can't understand? Yes, they're actually Italian. And there are a lot of them. I assume Bellagio doesn't just truck them in for verisimilitude. They actually fly themselves over from Florence or wherever to stay in this idealized version of Italy. In a city, or at least a street, where everything is artifice this is as close to real fakery as you can find.
The thing is, for all the show (my room had marble floors and from the bed I could open the curtains remotely, then stroll over and watch the fountain show) Bellagio doesn't miss the details. The pretty Italian cafe near the elevators uses both Illy Caffe and Umbria coffee and has outstanding pastries and snacks. The personnel are without exception professional friendly and helpful.
Also, for all this I didn't pay all that much. True, I was on a conference rate but I heard one of my fellow conference-goers bested that with Expedia. I just give thanks to all those folks on the gaming floor, subsidizing my stay.
I could go on about the spectacular pools, the selection of restaurants and bars, the amazing people watching, but you'll just have to go check it out. My friend gave me a useful piece of advice: if they offer you a special deal on upgrading, take it. So do that, have a good time, and try not to lose too many of those Bens.
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