Our one evening in Vegas was quite fruitful. We had the good fortune of being pointed towards an often-reviewed but totaaly hidden Thai placed called Lotus of Siam. The place was plastered ceiling to floor with awards and reviews, but was still incredibly inexpensive. We tried some new dishes and agreed after two and a half bites that this was the best, by far, Thai we’d ever had in our lives. At least in our North American Thai experiences.
Vegas is silly but if you must come through here, please eat at Lotus of Siam. Get the crunchy rice appetizer, too. Just trust me.
That night we walked through the Venetian and Bellagio casinos, as one must when they’re touring through the city. At eleven at night the place was crawling with people, families with children (?!?!), and plenty of gratuitous pictures of dancing girls.
“What would this city be without women in g-strings, really? So gross.” I said, quite unwaveringly loud, on an outdoor escalator on the strip.
At least we were able to view the Guinness-book-famously massive chocolate fountain in the Bellagio and it tempted me toward my one and only drink of the Vegas night: an overpriced Mocha Latte.
You could say I was a little tired from a long drive through the desert that afternoon. But not too tired to wager one whole dollar at a slot machine at the Bellagio. I walked away with $1.80 in winnings, which is quite an impressive ROI. I cashed out, pocketed my winnings feeling duly proud of myself as we marched out of the casino.
