Monday morning, post Dead Weather, we went to the Wynn for a much more reasonably priced $20 breakfast buffet. I’d been promised pastry rooms – that’s rooms, plural – and so this was a must see. I started off with a lovely congee and dim sum…mm congee…crab cakes, some fish dishes of some sort with a tasty remoulade. There was smoked salmon, of course, with the bagels, but overall not as much seafood as I expected. However, not to panic as the pastry rooms (that’s rooms plural folks) held all the magic you can expect. I was berated by my friend for not eating one of each, but there were about forty pastries there. Even I cannot eat one of each. And anyway, she ate fruit instead of bacon. Who is she to lecture me on insufficient pastry consumption? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas – except for the adipose tissue. I’m back on a vegetarian diet, now. But I don’t regret a thing.
I was so poisoned by the sugar that I started hallucinating about ostriches. (The Wynn’s walls are decorated in faux ostrich leather). As I imagined the birds being farmed for leather, I got them confused with peacocks and then had the vision of magnificent rideable birds with peacock tails running along in battle. Not a fitting end to a weekend in Vegas (which would be more like spending $20 on a points spread in a basketball game) but at least proof the city didn’t entirely deaden my brain.