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Hallelujah for Vegas. In those precious 72 hours, I ate the most amazing Cuban food of my life, took pictures with showgirls, and drank $12 Pina Coladas by the Tropicana pool. I even met a mobster before I got wacked. No, really. I'm already plotting a return trip. And here's why:
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My friend Ruth, an amazing play director who lives in Vegas, revealed her haunts: Florida Café Cuban Bar and Grill, tucked inside the Howard Johnson Hotel, with its flaky empanadas, plump croquetas and spritzy sangria; and The Beat Coffeehouse and Records, a scribe's car rental phoenix az pure crack near Fremont Street that just happened to be hosting a poetry slam on the night we visited. We paired the freestyle lyrics with just the kind of weirdo cravings you don't have to justify late at night: a peanut butter Poblano pepper sandwich and a glass of Pinot Noir.
Seeing The Tank, the giant pool in the Golden Nugget Casino. Had I not been in heels and a dress, I would have shot down the inner tube—which sits in a shark tank—and headed to the poolside blackjack tables afterward.