After the first couple of poker tournaments.. the old two card turn over takes a back seat as Mr Galloway is not known for his tournament play.. we get some pool time and admire some pneumatically enhanced ladies of varying age ranging from the Swedish super model to 40 something wives of LA. They all have one thing in common .. lack of clothing.to be fair thanks to the art of plastic surgery even the older ones are holding up just fine.
Then something weird happened for summer in Vegas... 110 degree walls of desert heat gave way to vicious storms and howling winds.. did someone transport me back to England whilst i wasn't looking?.
The sky was bathed regularly in displays of forked light that would put any of the neon shows around here to shame. A severe weather warning was issued as it rained down like the end of days.. was this to be the modern day Soddom & Gomorrah ?.. from my window i could see the airport tarmacs covered in lakes of water and they closed Mccaren for several hours.
Two days it lasted.. Ive never seen the like in Vegas before.
As Mr G fancies him self as a bit of a foodie connoisseur... fine dining takes front stage and first up is a visit to Picasso's at Bellagio. Its a beautiful restaurant that overlooks the majestic Bellagio fountains ... romantically lit and patroned mainly by lovers. Mr Galloway seems to have a penchant for the more colourful shirt and I'm pretty sure the waiters have me down as the Mexican toyboy.
The food is small,perfectly formed and truly exquisite to taste. Pea soup.. artichokes..followed by Veal chop. Every mouthful is savoured... it is truly beautiful food and despite its delicacy fills the stomach perfectly... as it should.
You know its a posh gaff when the waiter announces your food as he serves it describing in great detail its composition.. no steak and chips with ketchup here boys.
As we leave we are giving a little presentation box containg a couple of fairy cakes.. not sure if this was some kind of rubdown for Galloway's shirt choice but they were OK to munch later
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Personally I'm not keen on the Belaggio, the place is heaving and there seems to be an inordinate amount of children around.
The following night we dine at SW.. the main Steak house in the Wynn... its not as upmarket as Picaso but the food is almost as gorgeous and the portions are far more generous as we discover when we realise we ordered two side dishes too many. We show great resolve but still leave a fair bit..none of it is the beautiful New York strips we have.
Intermittent attacks of the roulette wheel finds us marshaling large towers of chips back and forth... we hit a couple of numbers pile up the 20 and smash its front door in.. we get out with profit.. but plough back into the very next table we stumble into.. we were so close to getting out..
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