The Flamingo Fab Rooms: The VegasTripping Review 2012
Peeping the New Rooms at the Dirty Bird
Lore tells us that Las Vegas' modern era started at the Flamingo. Easy money says that the Flamingo will outlast pretty much everybody reading this review. A Las Vegas without a Flamingo is like a Washington D.C. without the White House, New York without the Statue of Liberty, Paris without Notre Dame, Rome without The Colosseum, Athens without the Acropolis. The Flamingo will be on the Las Vegas Strip at the precise location where the road bends to the right, forevermore, at least until Las Vegas grandly and slowly erases itself into the sands of time.
Under current stewardship, this might happen sooner rather than later.
We've stayed at The Flamingo more than any other hotel in Las Vegas, thanks to Total Rewards forcing its dusty plumage on us as the sole reward for our slot machine donations. We decided to swear off the Flamingo and experience more of what Vegas had to offer, even if we had to pay for it up front with cash, not comps. Our last stay here, during the optimistic days of capital reinvestment (The Go Rooms) gave us renewed optimism that the Flamingo was destined for a thorough rebirth. As we all know, that didn't happen. The Go Room expansion slowed to a trickle as the old bamboo tropical rooms languished laughably like a smirking cat stuck in a dirty birdcage.
In 2011, the Flamingo finally decided to do something about their aging standard room product. What they came up with was the "Fab" rooms... a partial, stop gap renovation which refreshed the barest minimum of room goods in a very cost effective manner. In the pantheon of hotel room renovations, the Flamingo Fab rooms are a conundrum to behold... they've touched enough stuff to make it look sorta snappy in photos, but left enough of the old busted and rusted stuff to make guests feel somewhat cheated. At the nightly rate of $40, who cares about aesthetics though... all we really need is a comfortable, clean place to sleep, change and wash, hopefully free of danger, diseases and bugs.
Check in at the hotel was somewhat eventful as one of our guests from UK left their passport back at our house in Los Angeles. Apparently, Brits aren't implored to carry their papers wherever they go. It took three phone calls to Expedia, a fax from Expedia to the hotel front desk and the heroic efforts of the front desk manager to sort it all out... a brain aching process we could've avoided had we seen the kiosks. Ooops.
The hallways have not been renovated. Not only have they not been renovated, the carpet is coming unglued throughout, leaving large clumpy ripples in the hallway. I don't expect it to be too long before someone trips on the bunches and calls a lawyer.
We arrived at room 18146, way down at the corner of the hallway, slipped our key in the lock and *bleepbleep* in we went.