Tonight is our last night in Vegas. We fly out in the morning.
As usual we had a blast. Won enough money to pay for everything. Does it get better?
So, tonight we had a luxurious dinner at a restaurant inside MGM Grand called Craftsteak. We had never heard of the restaurant but had walked by it innumerable times while we were here and decided we had to try it. Man, are we glad we did.
Apparently, the guy who owns it is a big deal in food circles. Appears on the television show “Top Chef”. We didn’t know any of that. Location, location, location…
This might have been the best meal out I have ever experienced. Great service, incredible food, wonderful atmosphere — once you are inside the restaurant there is no clue that you are inside a hotel casino. It’s truly a top-notch experience.
So, with an incredible meal and great wine in our bodies, Peggy and I began reflecting on the trip to Las Vegas. We talked about all the great things we experienced on this trip, some of which I have chronicled for you in previous posts.
Then, in vino veritas, she said, “We have to talk about your ankle.”
I was expecting a slightly more romantic subject and was more than a little taken aback.
“You did great with the brace and there wasn’t one thing we wanted to do that we couldn’t do. But it just looks terrible when you walk. If it flops with a brace on it, what’s going to happen down the road?”
Of course, as usual, she’s right. No more discussion necessary. The night returned to its regularly scheduled programming.
We’ve had a great time, and it was a fair test.
When we get home I will call the doctor and see what we need to do to schedule the surgery.