Whenever I travel, I make it a point to eat in quaint bistros, cafes, and coffee shops – really anything reminiscent of the lovely restaurants in Spain, France, and Italy. This weekend, I happened to be in Las Vegas for all of 24 hours, which was both very exciting and exhausting at the same time. My saving grace for this whirlwind overnight was staying at the Venetian, where I had many Italian- and French-themed restaurants at my disposal.
Upon my arrival, I met my team for a quick breakfast at a beautiful outdoor French cafe – Bouchon. We sat outside near the gorgeous Italian-Riveria pool, eating our breakfast and listening to the sounds of the fountains. Breakfast was, of course, a selection of French pastries – scones, cheese danish, and the most decadent strawberry croissant I’ve ever tasted, topped off with a rich vanilla latte.
For one hour, I felt as far away from Vegas as I could be. Then, as fast as you can say Voila, I heard the sound of slot machines and was transported back to reality.
C’est la vie.
