M Resort : The VegasTripping Review 2010
Open Up and Say Mmmmm.
Nestled on the southernmost tip of the Las Vegas valley at the precise moment where hills become mountains and the desert starts to look... well... deserted, the surrounding brownness is sliced by a crescent shaped blue tower which appears to have been dropped amidst the barren surroundings from outer space. What is this interstellar obelisk? A sci-fi oasis? A monument to Sun Ra, Lee Perry and other trans-universal travelers like ourselves? Will they have room service? And playable slots?
Even at fifty yards from the porte cochere entrance, it does have something... an intense, yet quite pleasant floral scent on par with the upper echelons of hysteria inducing aromatherapeutic smells that are amply piped in to nearly every casino on this or any other nine armed God's green, brown, blue and periwinkle Earth.
Remembering to breathe. In through the nose, out with the mouth. Oh wait, wrong review. Sah-ree!
Following my nose to where the aroma goes, I end up in a gigantic vestibule. To the left, partitioned apart by a floor to ceiling trellis shelf filled with fake white tulips is the reservation desk. Straight ahead, through glass walls beyond a bar I see M Resort's gigantic pool deck with a large concert stage at the furthest point. To the right, I hear but can't see the din of casino gambling. From glass ceiling above spills in massive amounts of sunlight.
Fifteen gorgeous steps and five short minutes later, M Resort's incredibly gracious receptionist handed us the keys to room #3111 and pointed us towards the resort elevators - no trudging through the casino required!