Caesars Palace: The VegasTripping Review 2012
Finding Faith In The Deluxe Palace Tower Room
We arrived at Caesars Palace during a blazing hot summer afternoon, mushing our pug powered chariot to the porte cochere where we tossed the keys to the valet then made like Evel Knieval and slid inside. Ooooh look, there is the Caesar statue. And look, the famed casino pit. Oh and look, this is the roulette table where Tony Soprano collapsed after topping the murder of his cousin with a peyote binge. And this is where Robert Redford rode the horse through the casino in "The Electric Horseman." So much history here, I'm sort of excited to be a part of it. Alas, the grand lobby, the official starting gates of the Las Vegas experience. Would it be possible to estimate the number of rendezvous to have taken place here since August '66? A trillion?
Caesars Palace has one of those amorphous, non-rope rodeo check in processes, but unlike everywhere else in town that tries it, Caesars Palace's actually works. The non-existent line is managed by a guest greeter who abounds like a butterfly, gently assigning guests to a registration agent. When our assigned agent ran into snafutti with a previous guest, the greeter assigned us to another agent on the fly. This concept - a hotel's problems are not and should never be a burden to the guest - was a revelation, an obvious revelation obscured by three years of wasting my time staying in dreadfully managed shiny shit holes on opening nights and subsequent six month check ups. Caesars Palace has been in the top of the Las Vegas pecking order since the Johnson administration, obviously there is a reason why, and this is but one of them.
Effortlessly, we were assigned a room in the Palace Tower, and hauled our belongings through the casino, past the famous "Cigars" sign, past the buffet entrance, past the steampunk inspired Payard patisserie, past some gift shops to the elevator landing.
The doors opened to reveal a freshly renovated hotel hallway. Surprise surprise.
Sharp, clean and modern without being uncharacteristic to the Caesars brand, a quantity sacrificed by recent over-the-top renovations at Bellagio, Mirage and to a lesser degree MGM Grand. I'm pleasantly surprised.
I honestly have no idea what this room is going to look like.
We stick our "Garden of the Gods" room key into the lock and *bleep bleep* open the door.