Not much could beat sitting on the spacious balcony of our suite for a private show of the Bellagio fountain, but The Cosmopolitan was one of those resorts that just kept on giving. Down at the Sahra spa and hammam, a therapist splashed and scrubbed our troubles away, leaving us rejuvenated for a night at the tables. Dinner at Blue Ribbon Sushi, one of thirteen restaurants took us on a culinary journey to Japan and back – forgive us as we give a special mention to the ‘Matcha (green tea) Martini’.
Adding fashionista cred to the Vegas strip, this property shocked many when it first opened, delivering a much more contemporary experience than its counterparts – even forgoing valuable casino space to drinking, dining and shopping, to great effect.
With 3,000 rooms and a heaving passing trade, it’s far from an oasis of calm. With this, the opportunity for a VIP experience is compromised, and the property’s staff often came across somewhat stressed, processing the conveyor belt of punters. This said, we were fully aware where we were; and despite the throng, the Cosmopolitan was the perfect Vegas all-in-one.