The Red Rooms at Paris Las Vegas
The VegasTripping Review 2014
Lost somewhere in the middle of the center Strip building boom four years ago, Paris Las Vegas introduced the Red Rooms, a supposedly sexy refresh of a portion of their hotel room product. Due in part to the explosion of newer, better and gooder hotel room offerings on the Strip, exploring Paris' Red Room offerings fell further down my Vegas to-do list until... well... it fell off.
Almost. Here we are... at Fake Paris! In the Red Rooms! In Vegas!
After a high speed burn through the desert, I arrived at Paris Hotel & Casino porte cochere where the valet and I traded a car for a slip of paper. Fifty yards later I'm three deep in a disorganized reception rope rodeo, looking, seeking and peeping...
I have a theory that the lobby of a hotel will tell you nearly everything you need to know about your impending experience. Other than valet, this is the first interaction most guests will have with the hotel. Is it clean? Is the check in process organized and efficient? Is the facility maintained properly? Do you get a sense of pride in ownership?
While zoning out on the intricate floor tiles, the receptionist motions for me to step forward. I oblige. We engage in a very quick and pleasant transaction wherein I exchange a plastic card for two different plastic cards, a password to very slow wifi network and a map to lead the way. Vive Le France!
On the way from the reception desk to the casino, I took an informal poll of cracks, corner and crevaces, reconnoitering the presence of gunk or nay along the way. In fine Parisian fashion... fake Paris is fucking filthy. Peep this:
Of the five or so corners I looked at, every single on was filled with schmutz, and one stretch of the walkway contained a comprehensive catalog of crud. I'll bet some of this fermented mop sludge dates back to the Napoleonic era.