Showing posts with label wynn. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 2, 2007

One Last Wynn Post

********THIS RESTAURANT IS NOW CLOSED.********

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.

Mr. Monkey had a huckleberry-pomegranate-banana smoothie, while I opted for freshly squeezed orange juice.

As usual, we split two entrees. The Kobe burger with aged cheddar and fries was so good! Now that I'm eating more wisely, stuff like this is a real treat for me. The Kobe beef was thick and beautiful and perfectly pink inside. I savored every juicy bite. The fries were crisp (but not too crisp) and had the best seasoning -- Old Bay, baby!

The dungeness crab club with smoked bacon and avocado on toasted wheat was also awesome. Mr. Monkey liked this even more than the burger. The crab was fresh, piled on generously, and paired superbly with the bacon. This dish also came with the phenomenal Old Bay fries.

On the recommendation of our server, we also got some polenta green onion rings. Wow! All my contraband items rolled into one! The Monkeys actually ate only 1.5 rings each, as the polenta was incredibly filling. Very interesting concept. Basically, it's polenta with mashed-in green onions fashioned into ring shapes and deep fried. And even the ketchup at Tableau is gourmet -- there were fresh tomato seeds in it.

After lunch, Monkey Father-in-Law gave us some "fun money" (which means he was on a winning streak). Woohoo! Mr. Monkey drove out to visit a former co-worker who now lives in Vegas, while I took my "fun money" and went to the Wynn salon to get a manicure and pedicure. As you may know, I'm not a fan of whirlpool spa pedicures, but somehow getting my tootsies taken care of at the Wynn allayed my fears about the whirlpool.


I picked out my usual range of subtle nudes and pinks and ended up doing my fingers in Essie's Real Simple and toes in Essie's Spaghetti Strap.

Perhaps the best part of my salon experience was seeing Steve Wynn 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.

After my second brush with the hotel magnate, I spent some time with my new family, while Mr. Monkey was still at his friend's house. Little Monkey Niece's ("LMN") parents decided a trip to the mall across the street would entertain her. LMN is seriously out of control, so much so that she requires a leash. A leash.


LMN's favorite part of the mall trip was the Sanrio store. Ok, it was my fave part, too, because, suprisingly, the Paul Frank store didn't have anything that caught my eye.


When Mr. Monkey came back to the Wynn, the whole family headed to Okada for dinner. The whole family.

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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*

We headed to Okada with LMN. I must admit that I was rather embarrassed when my brother-in-law asked for a high chair at such an establishment. I was even more embarrassed when LMN got loud. I slumped in my seat a bit when a number of patrons shot us well-deserved dirty looks.
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The inappropriate presence of LMN notwithstanding, the ambience was pleasant, and we had a good meal, although the portions were rather small.

Mr. Monkey and I started off with a 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.

Next, we had a spider roll and some albacore. The albacore was fresh and cut well. The spider roll was tasty enough but unremarkable.

The Monkeys dined on baked sweet miso marinated black cod, as well as 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.

Mr. Monkey actually ordered a salmon skin cut roll after we polished off our entrees. By the time I got back from the restroom, the roll had arrived, and Mr. Monkey had eaten almost all of it. I got to eat one piece. Oh well. Better for my waistline!

And that, my friends, finally concludes the Monkey tales of the Wynn. (I'll be getting to my meme soon, Winnie!)

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Saturday Wynnings

The Monkeys started off Saturday with a light breakfast at the 24-hour cafe at the Wynn. Mr. Monkey had a pain de chocolat and passion tea lemonade. I had the biggest pistachio macaroon ever and a non-fat latte. I pulled out the Tide-to-Go pen for size comparison purposes.

Then we parted ways. Yup. Parted. I am not a gambler. He is. He went here. For hours. And hours. And hours.

I went everywhere else. This is a series I call "Places From Which I Bought Nothing."




Awesome award-winning sweets (giant macaroon tower/cake and chocolate sculpture you may recognize from a competition aired on the Food Network).

Flowers.



Pool. I did not take pictures of the unleashed boobies at the Sunset Pool. Sorry.


After picking up Mr. Monkey's brother, sister-in-law, and Little Monkey Niece, we reconvened at the buffet, where you are not allowed to take pictures of the food. I...uh...was talking on my iPhone, and it just happened to snap these.







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This should come as no surprise to you, but dining is simply not as enjoyable with small children. I'm sorry, but it just isn't. Corralling crayons, pimping Elmo, and shushing boisterousness are not my idea of a good time.
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Later, we saw Spamalot. It was ok. I suppose if you're really nerdy and love love love Monty Python, you'd go apeshit about it (like the couple in front of us did, all whooping and hollering), but neither of us is a huge Monty Python fan, although we have both seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

If you haven't at least seen The Holy Grail, you'd best skip Spamalot, as it will make zero sense to you. However, if you're the kind of person who knows all the words to "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" by heart, this is the musical for you. Spamalot was definitely amusing at times, but I'm glad we paid $0.00 instead of $108.90 per seat. Not worth the money.



After Spamalot, we dined at Daniel Boulud Brasserie, down the escalator from the famous Wynn parasols and facing the famous Wynn waterfall.

********THIS RESTAURANT IS NOW CLOSED.********

Pictured below is a gigantic frog singing "Low Rider" above the waterfall as seen from my seat. It was really weird.


The flowers at the restaurant were awesome, just like all flowers at the Wynn.

I had a yummilicious flirtini with fresh raspberries. It was strong enough for a man, but made for a woman.

We shared the Maryland Crab Gratin appetizer, which had Meyer lemon aioli and a light panko-crust. The crab was succulent and plentiful and complemented the delicious split breadsticks and endive wonderfully.

Mr. Monkey's braised short ribs en daube (redundant, I know), accompanied by carrot mouseline, were amazing. The beef was so tender that it felt apart when my fork touched it -- no knife necessary. It just melted in my mouth. The carrot mouseline was incredibly smooth and light. Thank goodness the Monkeys always eat everything family-style. Our usual practice is to switch plates halfway through dinner. Score!

I ordered the trio of kurobuta pork with spaetzle, cipollini onion, and roasted apple. The kurobuta pork was good, but not great. The pork sausage was juicy and pleasant but nothing extraordinary. In contrast, its cousin on the bone was a wee bit dry. The spaetzle, however, was awesome -- lovely consistency with a little spring to it and perfectly browned for a crispy outside. I wish there'd been more spaetzle. Mmm, fried doughy goodness.

Our desserts were fantastic. The strawberry coulis was so much more than coulis! It was a piping hot strawberry heaven embraced by the bastard child of a funnel cake and cobbler and topped with a nutty bittersweet ice cream. An insanely delicious melding of flavors! Our raspberry pistachio torte was splendid, as well. Imagine sweet pistachio made gloriously creamy paired with slightly tart juicy raspberries and a wondrous crumbly pie base. Then add fresh cream. Sin city, indeed.

But wait! It's not over yet! We were sent some cute little petit fours, compliments of the chef. They turned out to be outstanding warm buttery bite-sized blueberry muffins. Thanks, chef!

The best part? It was all free. That's right. Free. God bless baccarat.

And that was Saturday. Sunday's activities will merit yet another entry....
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