In the Paris Hotel there is the best spot for brunch in all of Vegas. Just the hang over cure you’ll need to do it all over again! With freshly squeezed orange or grapefruit juices served table side in long glass bottles and your choice of delicious crepes, it is no wonder that this restaurant is rated to high on Urbanspoon!
|Paris Hotel & Casino
Mon Ami Gabi located just inside the front doors beneath
the mini Eiffel Tower.
We popped into the Paris hotel to escape the muggy heat and impending rain. I have had a bout of bad luck when it comes to the weather in Vegas. The last two visits have been plagued by rain and the moisture in the air is enough to clean your pores of makeup and frizz your hair. In the Paris hotel I had spotted a bitter sweet slot machine that is so addictive and fun to play, you won’t mind losing your money. It is, of course, The Hangover slot machine, with interactive games, music and a vibrating chair that made me a little dizzy after an hour of playing. But I am getting ahead of myself here, first we had breakfast at Mon Ami Gabi. We sat next to the window as outside was full of people who didn’t mind the damp air while watching the Bellagio fountains. It is a great view and would be so romantic for a date night or the impending Valentine’s Day, although I can’t vouch for the dinner service, I am sure it is equally as spectacular as brunch.
As for breakfast I had the brilliant Crab Benedict and the sauce was perfect. They don’t skimp on the crab and it certainly isn’t imitation! The large buttery pieces of crab go perfectly with the rich benedict sauce and it certainly doesn’t get lost in the doughy english muffin bread. My boyfriend surprisingly ordered the crepe (he usually needs meat), large enough to cover the plate even when folded. It was delicious as well, although, the benedict was a perfect cure for my mild headache along with the fresh orange juice. Thanks to Mon Ami Gabi I was feeling great and able to stomach an early morning champagne.
We sat down at The Hangover slot that had been calling to me, literally, with the voice of Mr. Chow who greeted my $100 with “You beeeg spenda!” It was the last I saw of that bill (until Black Jack at the Bellagio). My boyfriend on the other hand was a little more lucky at slots than I.