Vegas Report: Days 3 & 4, Barbary Coast Wake up and linger in the quite pleasant shower for a while. Dâ€™s moving slow, so I head downstairs for a while. Itâ€™s back and forth at the blackjack table for a while. I think I finish down $10, maybe. Get coffee at the Seattleâ€™s Best thatâ€™s on the casino floor. Thatâ€™s another nice thing about the BC; itâ€™s small, so everythingâ€™s easy to find and nearby. Have I mentioned yet that I like this place? For breakfast we foolishly decide to do the Paris buffet. Foolish because itâ€™s now 10 am. We figured on a Mondayâ€¦no, it was still busy. Rather than wait an hour, we do the little walk-thru place next to the buffet, JJâ€™s Boulangerie. I get a fancy Crossanâ€™wich, she gets a muffin. I use the restroom, and itâ€™s just like being in Paris. The part of Paris where all the disillusioned arsonists live, that is. Surprisingly gas-station-ish for a place trying this hard to be fancy. After breakfast we hit the Las Vegas Premium Outlets. They have some decent stuff, and D is happy. Then we go back to the strip; time to watch the penguins. We head over to the Flamingoâ€™s Wildlife Habitat, which is a bit grandiose for a courtyard with some birds. They had flamingos, penguins, peacocks, and a few other waterfowl. The penguins were pretty cool though, very photogenic, seeming to pose at times. Theyâ€™re just such goofy animals, you canâ€™t help but smile watching them waddle and hop around. The handler came and gave a very rehearsed presentation; you could tell she thought she was the coolest penguin-feeder in town. And she probably was, but tone down the smarm a bit, lady. Another thing about the Flamingo: they had this game I hadnâ€™t ever seen before. It was some kind of computer roulette, where you could sit down in front of your own computer screen. They had a screen where the animated roulette wheel would spin away. Basically it was a way to make a game with poor odds go quicker and require less social interaction. The slot-ification of roulette, if you will. Good times. Back to the BC. D heads upstairs (again, tired and not feeling well), I hit the casino and tear through a hot dog. I play blackjack, break even, then hit the craps table. Good, good energy there. I buy in and 30 minutes later color up $140 richer. Not bad for betting as conservatively as I was. Dinner was at Rosemaryâ€™s. Itâ€™s a little ways off the strip, which was nice; itâ€™s good to get away from all that over-stimulus. I had a $25 gift certificate (thanks again, Vegasbound), and I did the 3 course menu. I got the fois gras appetizer, the house salad, and the filet mignon. D got the brick chicken. They give you an amouse-bouche first, which is a very small starter, maybe two small bites. It was some crab-goat cheese thing that was tasty. Then came the fois gras. Iâ€™d never had fois gras before, and just wanted it because I watch Iron Chef and theyâ€™re always throwing it around. It was really good. It has an odd texture, kind of like oysters but softer, if thatâ€™s possible, and of course itâ€™s very, very rich. It was accompanied by sweet brioche, candied nuts, and mango sauce, and I got a glass of some fancy sweet wine. Yum. The salad was quite good, as were the main courses. Someone else on the board said that Rosemaryâ€™s tends to be heavy on the salt, which I agree with. I like my steak salty, and think most places under-salt steaks, but this was actually a bit too much salt. It wasnâ€™t bad, really, just more than I would have liked, and when I got some of the caramelized onions in the same bite, it killed that saltiness. D, whoâ€™s a salt freak, loved her chicken. Our waiter and busser (yes, they work as a team, itâ€™s that kind of place) were very nice, even bringing D a different amouse-bouche when she didnâ€™t touch the first one. Sheâ€™s a very picky eater, and this tends to make her a bit uncomfortable at fancy restaurants. So I got to eat this new amouse-bouche. Score. It was some duck thing, and it was good too. The total, after three glasses of wine and a lot of food, was $150-ish after tax and tip. We go back to the BC and Dâ€™s up to playing, so we hit the blackjack table. We had a good time for a while, but then the luck turned and one of the guys at the table started hitting on one of the women there, despite her being married and having a kid. It was annoying, it was late, it was time for bed. Day 4 Woke up and went down to play. Surprise, surprise, but this time I shouldnâ€™t have. I was tired and wasnâ€™t in the mood to lose. I sat at a table and the people were getting to me. One woman kept playing wrong and getting lucky, and thatâ€™s fine. Iâ€™m not someone who will tell someone else how to play, and I donâ€™t think someone elseâ€™s luck affects mine. You play how you want and best of luck to you. But this morning I was not in the mood to here this woman talk about how she just felt that she should stop on 15 with the dealer showing a 10, etc. I honestly donâ€™t understand how people can play games for money when they donâ€™t understand how best to play them. And as I said, I was in the mood to win. Usually when I gamble, Iâ€™m in the mood to play, and because I donâ€™t risk much money, I can still have fun even if I lose. But the combination of grogginess and annoying table-mates was making this a not-fun session. I made back some of my losses and D called to say time for breakfast, so I managed to extricate myself from the table. Better late then never. We ate in the Victorian Room, the BCâ€™s coffee shop. It was breakfast, reasonable and good. After, D wanted to put one last $5 in a slot machine. Sure, honey, let me just see if theyâ€™ve lowered the craps table back down to a $5 minimum. Oh, they sure did. Iâ€™m in a better mood since my belly is full, so I buy in and am the only one at the table. I start out slow, then have a decent roll, good enough to make back my losses from before breakfast. And on that note, itâ€™s time to say goodbye to Vegas. Overall: Cons: There was a lot we had talked about doing that we ended up not doing. The Shark Reef, the Elvis Museum, etc. I think itâ€™s for the best we didnâ€™t cram too much stuff in, but still. D being sick. She was good about it, but I wish she could have done more. I donâ€™t know, maybe she just wanted more time alone with the plasma TV. Pros: I did well gambling. Hip hip. The (low-rent) hotels we stayed in. They were good values for the money, especially the Barbary Coast. We didnâ€™t try to do too much, which meant we could actually relax, play things by ear, and have fun. The people we met. The guys we met the first night were a real highlight of the trip, and almost everyone we talked to was really friendly. Sorry this is so long. I didnâ€™t have time to write a short trip report.