Re: Some advice to people coming to Las Vegas to meet World Champion Handicapper Steve Fezzik at a sports betting seminar and go out to eat with him during your trip (The EOG Roast of Steve Fezzik)
Re: Some advice to people coming to Las Vegas to meet World Champion Handicapper Steve Fezzik at a sports betting seminar and go out to eat with him during your trip (The EOG Roast of Steve Fezzik)
This thread turned out to be much less of an indictment (read only to find some reason to not get to work) once it was revealed that it was the El Cortez coffee shop.
I’ve low-tipped or no-tipped at that coffee shop. Like the property, and the folks at the sports book (a South Point affiliated book) are always friendly and helpful.
But the service at the coffee shop on occasion is distracted to nonexistent. (Nor do I like being seated at those two-seaters arranged around the circular settee that looks like it came from an old-time brothel. Now if they had the corresponding ladies lounging languidly on the settee, well then . . . .) If I’m eating there, it’s generally a spur of the moment last resort kind of thing.
I’m a pretty consistent 20% tipper (kind of goes with what my real world name means in Las Vegas slang), but I’ve been pushed to low tip or no tip there. Having waited tables, I usually will cut a waiter or waitress slack, and I understand that I’m not at Petrossian at the Bellagio when I’m there, but . . . .
Re: Some advice to people coming to Las Vegas to meet World Champion Handicapper Steve Fezzik at a sports betting seminar and go out to eat with him during your trip (The EOG Roast of Steve Fezzik)
This thread turned out to be much less of an indictment (read only to find some reason to not get to work) once it was revealed that it was the El Cortez coffee shop.
I’ve low-tipped or no-tipped at that coffee shop. Like the property, and the folks at the sports book (a South Point affiliated book) are always friendly and helpful.
But the service at the coffee shop on occasion is distracted to nonexistent. (Nor do I like being seated at those two-seaters arranged around the circular settee that looks like it came from an old-time brothel. Now if they had the corresponding ladies lounging languidly on the settee, well then . . . .) If I’m eating there, it’s generally a spur of the moment last resort kind of thing.
I’m a pretty consistent 20% tipper (kind of goes with what my real world name means in Las Vegas slang), but I’ve been pushed to low tip or no tip there. Having waited tables, I usually will cut a waiter or waitress slack, and I understand that I’m not at Petrossian at the Bellagio when I’m there, but . . . .