The Bellagio, opened by casino magnate Steve Wynn, was designed to change all that. For the previous decade the city had been distancing itself from the adult pleasures on which it had been founded, marketing itself instead as a family destination, with casinos shaped like cartoon castles, Egyptian pyramids, and bizarro New York skylines topped by rollercoasters-more Mickey Mouse than Rat Pack. I first tasted this almond croissant in 1998, not long after the Bellagio opened.
There is one exception: I tell them to go to the Bellagio Hotel and Casino and eat an almond croissant. Still, when people ask me for Vegas recommendations, I draw a blank-all the shiny casino restaurants imported from New York and California blurring into one long perfectly fine meal I wish I had enjoyed somewhere else. I’ve visited semi-regularly over the years-like a penny tumbling toward the bottom of a sofa, every American finds themself in Las Vegas a certain number of times in their life-and I know that I have managed to feed myself and even to write about doing so. Somehow I can never remember any of them. There are a lot of good things to eat in Las Vegas.
