A perfect hangover cure.\n\nIt was early afternoon on a Saturday. After overextending my curfew a little bit too far the night before, Bouchon, with its casual and airy atmosphere, rather quiet surrounding (in the Venezia tower of the Venetian), and a less than 5-minute wait was the brunch spot of choice. We dragged ourselves there and, as always, were within 5 minutes ushered to a table overlooking the garden and presented with a cup of full-bodied french press coffee. Bouchon was perfect, it has none of the wait nor the chaos that other (lesser but) more prominent and conveniently located LV Strip brunch spots have, it has no loud thumping music mixed with the cacophonous random sounds of slot machines, and it has no screaming kids or lewd tourists. \n\nPeace and quiet definitely became a luxury when it felt like I had three heads, all of which were thumping at different beat. \n\nSo were the abovementioned coffee, a glass of chilled freshly squeezed OJ, the pastry du jour - pear danish (which were, quite possibly, the best French pastry I've ever had outside of France), and the eggs benedict and canadian bacon served with heaping of hollandaise on two pieces of homemade crumpets. \n\nTwo hours later we were considering our options: (1) check out Crystals; (2) lay by the pool in the warm late summer afternoon (at this point pool parties were sadly ruled out by unanimous resolution passed by my three heads); or (3) go back to the suite at Augustus Tower and nap. \n\n(3) won by a comfortable margin. The food coma-inducing benedict was partly to blame.
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