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Friday, December 29, 2023

Jardin Me

Day 9 Part 1 Thursday Dec 28, 2023 and it's my last morning at Wynn. One more day of vacation, then I get back to retirement.

Sounds pretty good, but I think I should partly unretire and get a job this summer. Maybe Royal Canadian Veeblefetzer will take me back as a Senior Grommet Inspector.

I slept well and woke at 6:00 am again, but I've got irritated lungs and a nasty cough. It's not from illness, it's from smoke. Where I was sitting last night, cigarette smoke was wafting overtop of the machines and I stayed in it too long.

My poor lungs are crying for mercy, so I took a shower, took them out, gave them a good rinse and wrung them out. They're good as new.

Since I gave feedback to server and manager at Terrace Pointe, I couldn't go back there again. Readers have suggested Jardin, so I headed there for breakfast to use the remainder of my resort credit comp. I arrived right at opening.

It's a beautiful room, and I was led to a small table next to the kitchen entrance, alongside the ramp, with a view of the waiting area.

The Single Lonely Diner table par excellence.

I chose to sit the other way and be exposed to the business of the staff.

As a Single Lonely Diner, I didn't mind too much. We second class patrons should be glad to have a table at all in such a busy establishment. After all, I really should be eating at the bar for maximal revenue per square ass, staring at a TV showing football highlights, and answering penetrating questions from the 'tender such as, "...Where ya from?"

When faced with such cross-examination, I like to say I was born and raised in Chicago, and then argue that one can get a perfectly authentic deep dish pizza outside of Chicago.

My experience at Jardin was quite pleasant. The service was good, people addressed me directly, and the breakfast was hot and delicious. The sausages were cuttable in spite of their natural casing. And of course, the coffee was really good, as it is throughout Wynn.

Any any jam that comes in its own cute, tiny little jar is gonna be good, you just know it.

It was a great start to the day, and erased the sour feeling I'd had the day before.

As a favor to the staff for letting me watch them tend to the hive, buzzing in and out and in and out like pollen-laden worker bees, I left the restaurant promptly, without lingering over my coffee.

Well done, Jardin!

No way was I going to do any gambling at Wynn, after the debacle yesterday. So I only played a twenty from admin money that nobody needs know about. (Got nothing.)

It was a beautiful day in Vegas today. I had to cash in my Keno ticket at the D at some point, except there will still some games left (and it wasn't looking good).

I had to check out of Wynn, so I set about getting packed up and hauled ass out of there about 10:45.

The checkout total was a breath of cheap air - only $17 and change for 3 nights at Wynn.

Where to now?

I had a second go at planespotting and found a place to park where the planes landing on runway 26R go right overhead. I had a fun time trying to get some decent pictures of them - it's surprisingly difficult with just a cell phone.

Geeky? Yes. Boring? To most. Cheap? Now you get the point.

I also parked at the official observation area at the side of the runway, but they are doing construction there and it was hard to see.

Next stop, the Orleans, where I figured I could check in, and get my $75 food credit happening for lunch.

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