Fleur de Lis. To some, its three spires symbolize the holy trinity. To others, it’s an emblem of noble heritage and purity embodied in the lily flower it depicts.
To me, it’s the latest spot in Las Vegas where I can get my rectum sprayed spotless by a Toto Washlet. Now nearly two years old, I was long overdue to give Fontainebleau’s ultra exclusive hotel-within-a-hotel a try.
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I recently spent a weekend at Fontainebleau comped in a Gold King Best Strip View and booked a second room for friends, a Gold Queen Best Mountain View, at a casino rate of $300 per night. I sampled as much as I possibly could over two nights and when I got home, hadn’t even unpacked before texting my host to set up a return trip.
It was that good.
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Several months before my mom’s birthday, I reached out to my host at Bellagio inquiring about a two-bedroom suite for a couple of nights, fully anticipating at least some out-of-pocket expense. It took a number of weeks but after a lengthy approval process, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that it’d be comped.
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The number of original Roger Thomas interiors commercially available in Las Vegas currently sits at just 23. Now retired from decades of creating Steve Wynn’s most extraordinary spaces, Thomas’s rooms are an increasingly endangered accommodation requiring travel to Macau or Boston to readily stay in one. In Vegas, eighteen of them are locked down for Wynn’s most premium players and the other five are for people obsessed enough to justify paying several thousands per night. I fall among the latter.
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In the late 90s, my family and I would take a two-car caravan to Las Vegas once or twice per year. We’d almost exclusively stay crammed between a couple rooms at Luxor and Dad would occasionally splurge upgrading one to a Pyramid Corner suite. At 590 square feet, teenaged me felt like a king luxuriating under the slanted windows in a hot tub that—perhaps thankfully—always smelled overwhelmingly of bleach. At home, early stages of the internet meant that I could peruse tiny gifs of fancy suites before a landline call interrupted my hotel fantasies loading at dial-up speeds. Read More
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