I don't like eating alone. For me, eating is a very social experience. Food is not simply something I ingest for nourishment. It's a component of culinary conversation. I like to eat and talk and talk about eating.
After I had a glorious free facial at Qua, I sought a light lunch at my beloved Payard, which, as I've noted before, is an excellent place to brunch. Mr. Monkey was still playing golf, so I intended to do a grab-and-go from the counter and nosh upstairs in my room. But, as I exited the restaurant, a small table opened up.
I sat down. And I ate alone.
Eating alone in Vegas is pretty fun. It's not quiet. It's not slow. Slot machines whir and ding and clank. Drunk people slur and sing and stank.
And, yes, I know that should be "stink," but "stink" doesn't rhyme with "clank." Give me a little creative liberty here.
Needless to say, sitting and munching and watching the Vegas world go by was entertaining.
For $15.15 (which was ultimately comped by the hotel), I had a simple ham, egg, and cheese buckwheat crepe, mixed greens, and cafe au lait.
For completely free, I had a slice of The Middle America Meets Outrageous Decadence Show.
Both were rather satisfying.
people watching in vegas with a savory crepe after a facial...life is goot for the monkey!ReplyDelete
Hilarious. Glad you had a good time solo.ReplyDelete
Free facial, followed by a free meal? You live a grand life, my friend.ReplyDelete
Tell me, Weez... How much do I need to gamble away to start getting comps like these?!? Damn!ReplyDelete
Long live LV!
You never dine alone in Vegas!ReplyDelete
Im digging that buckwheat crepe of yours. Room for another?ReplyDelete
I'm okay eating alone because I love people watching. I don't like going to movies alone though.ReplyDelete
nice last line. totally sums up vegas.ReplyDelete
That sounds like such a lovely afternoon.ReplyDelete