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Sunday at the Wynn was filled with relaxation and family. Very un-Vegas. I slept in, and, by the time I woke up, Mr. Monkey had already been gambling for a few hours. We met for lunch at Tableau, the restaurant inside the Tower Suites. How hoity-toity is Tableau? It has fancy-schmancy orchids on every table and footstools for your purse, so you don't have to put your purse on the ground.
Old Bay, baby!
again on my way out! He was getting his nails done, too! It was hard to get a picture without looking like a total idiot. The manicurist and guest closest to the window both smirked at me, knowing exactly what I was doing.
Like every hotel, the Wynn has a handy-dandy book in each room that informs guests of hotel amenities and services. While checking up on the dress code for various restaurants, I noticed that Okada and a number of other restaurants at the Wynn caution guests, "Please, no children under five." I told Mr. Monkey this to no avail. LMN is not our child, and who are we to tell Mr. Monkey's brother and father what to do? I guess ballers are above the usual rules. Yes, I'm rolling my eyes right now. *sigh*
The inappropriate presence of LMN notwithstanding, the ambience was pleasant, and we had a good meal, although the portions were rather small.
robata platter, which was an assortment of beef, chicken, sea bass, and vegetables cooked on the big charcoal grill above. All of the items on this platter had a nice smoky flavor, and the sea bass was particularly enjoyable.
robata grilled Alaskan king crab. The cod was quite good. I could've eaten two of these fillets...not so much because it was that delicious, but because it was so damn small. Ditto the crab. Yummers, but far too little to satisfy us.
And that, my friends, finally concludes the Monkey tales of the Wynn. (I'll be getting to my meme soon, Winnie!)