Flamingo GO Room : The VegasTripping Review
The dirty bird gets a new set of feathers
When you think about the rooms at the Flamingo, the first things that come to mind are: they're small, the bamboo print carpeting is gross, tv in an armoire is tired, the rooms are nothing special. In this context, the long-standing rumors that the ol' dirty bird was gonna get the heave-ho make lots of sense. With most of the historic Vegas properties slowly being picked off and replaced with gleaming luxury resorts it has become a question of when not if the historic Flamingo will be thrown to the scrap heap of history.
Well it appears that Bugsy's joint has been given a reprieve from its date with Controlled Demolitions Inc. in the form of a newly renovated wing of the main tower that Harrah's calls "The Go Room". The Go Rooms come in two flavors: Deluxe and Luxury the only difference between them is the view. Go Room Luxury looks out on the glorious Las Vegas Strip, where the Go Room Deluxe has a view of... everything else. We booked our Go Room through the Flamingo website, three days before our departure - a surprise meeting in Las Vegas with The Grinders, in town for a birthday blowout. Go Room prices fluxuated on the Flamingo website quite widely for three days - during normal business hours rates skyrocketed to $600/night, settled down to $300 in the early evening, then took a nose dive around midnight to around $200/night. Even though these are new rooms, and were in limited supply due to the National Finals Rodeo being in town, there was no way in hell we'd shell out six bills for a room at the Flamingo, no matter what color they painted it. I booked the room at a still over priced $230 just past 1am, when the price seemed to have bottomed out.
There is a video walkthrough for the Go Room
on the last page of this review.
We arrived at the Flamingo in early afternoon, checked in effortlessly via Diamond check-in and headed over to the main bank of elevators up to the room. The formerly skanky and decrepit elevators have been completely refurbished, gone are the broken mirrors, detached handlebars, cracked floor buttons - replaced by a faux walnut veneer, piped in country music and a flat screen tv showing previews of all the fun stuff we could do at the Pink Minger. We departed the elevator at floor 24, hung a left and walked down the turd green bamboo carpeted hallway in the general direction of our room number. We hung a quick right past the ice machines and WHAMO - welcome to the Flamingo GO WING. Bright white paint, with pink accents, candy colored carpeting possibly stolen from a constructivist de-construction of Mondriaan's licorice making Italian brother - which snaking forth into oblivion, causing Willy Wonka-esqe vertigo in all directions.
The group of women in the photo above had an interesting conversation about the decor as they wheeled down the endless hallway - one was adamant how ugly it was, one was somewhat disagreeing, the other two were "non haters" who didn't want to do battle with the loudmouth.