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“You’ve never questioned me before, so why are you now?” I gave him a pointed look and his smile grew.
“I just want this to go well.”
“You have my word, I’m on task.” I winked as his gaze shifted over my shoulder. He stood and I mirrored him.
He made introductions and everyone sat. Yen looked to be on cloud nine. It had to be rare to be excited over something when you have everything in life.
I made sure to cover all the points that Yen had requested of me. Everything flowed naturally because that was what I did, and I did it well. When dinner came Yen gave me a nod that I had done my part well. The first course was placed on our table, and we began to eat.
“Ms. Lodge,” one of the men studied me, “Yen says you’re the best of the best of the super hosts.”
“When has Yen ever been wrong?” I made the table laugh.
“He says you know all about the city that never sleeps.”
“You heard correctly.” I placed my chopsticks down and dabbed my mouth. “In order to be the best, you must be the best at everything.”
“May I pick your brain?”
“I insist.”
“Best club in town?”
“Well, here at Indulge, of course.” I winked. “But aside from Club Sinful Sweets, it depends on who you ask,” I twisted the wine glass in front of me. “In my opinion, it’s Delilah at the Wynn. It has live entertainment, and celebrities often jump up on stage to perform.”
“It’s hard to get a table.”
“Well, if you were to stay at Indulge you wouldn’t have to worry about wait times at all. I’d personally escort you to your table and have your drink of choice served.” I leaned forward. “El Alto,” I remembered his drink, “would be waiting for you. We do, after all, have the best entertainment in Vegas.” I winked. “However, regarding the Wynn hotel, you just stay at their hotel, book directly through their concierge or, of course, let me know and I can get you a table. But barring that, if someone wanted to book it, be sure to tell them to book at least two to four weeks in advance. Always ask for a reservation for four, then call and adjust down.”
“Okay,” he nodded, “what about brunch? Besides here, of course.” He laughed.
“Spago, inside the Bellagio, behind the fountain. The food is amazing, and the service is even better. The La Neta has the best avocado toast in the city. It’s off the strip. I highly recommend you get the drink Roses are Red. And if pancakes are more what you crave, you must try their espresso pancakes.” I didn’t have to think; all that information was catalogued in my head. “Then there’s the Jardin at the Wynn. Their lobster bennies are out of this world. If you crave something sweet, try their Red Velvet Cotton Candy pancakes. They’re heavenly.” I looked around the table. “Last, but certainly not least, the Pepper Club’s gold glittery drinks are really great, and if your son takes too long in the bathroom, it’s because of the wallpaper.” I winked.
“So, you know your food.” The other man seemed to like this game. “What about the don’ts of Vegas?”
“Common sense is number one. Keep your wits about you and never walk alone.” I hated that I shifted at my own advice. “Stay away from street performers. They work in groups to shake you down for money then split it afterward. Booths in the hotels are meant to look like customer service but they’re not. Snappers hand you a card with a picture of a naked lady on it in hopes you’ll want to hire her, but the person who shows up won’t be the one pictured on the card.”
One of the younger men laughed. “I found that out a few years ago. Lesson learned. Then we used it to play a joke on a friend.” He made a face as Yen shook his head, unimpressed. “Okay, what about bands? Where do I go for the best?”
“At the moment, I would suggest Brooklyn Bowl, very intimate, and you can get right up close to the band.”
“Why at the moment?”
“Because the best place to see a band is being built as we speak.”
“I’m impressed,” the first guy who started the game grinned, “even more so because you didn’t totally push Indulge. Though, of course, I know that’s your job.” He inclined his head.
“I really don’t need to. The facts speak for themselves. That’s why Mr. Hong chose to stay here, and it’s why you should too.”
“She’s good.” He nodded to Yen.
“She really is.”
“And you know all of this for only working here a year?” the younger one asked.
“I was raised in Los Angeles, but Vegas is my back yard.” I smiled.
“Which makes her wealth of knowledge that much more impressive,” Yen complimented me.
