After months and months of organising, waiting, planning and whats’app chatting the day of LAS VEGAS finally came! One of the things on my bucket list was a bottomless brunch- naturally. After scouring the world wide web I found the ultimate spot with everythaang we wanted.
Posh fancy hotel- check, gorgeous views- check, outdoor terrace- check, fancy menu- check, and most importantly endless boozy drinks– check! Lago at Bellagio…. you beauty.
Jetlag is a killer, so strangely we were all up and getting dolled up at 6am (note to self don’t have connecting rooms with 6 other girls- one up, all up!) We strolled in at 11am sharp.
Eager beavers we were first to arrive. Lago is lush. Simple and classy with floor to ceiling windows of the iconic fountains. We requested a seat on the terrace, which isn’t a huge area and as there were 10 of us we pretty much dominated it. There were little jets of cold steam that blew out above us so kept us nice and cool. It is Bellagio Dahhhling.
Views were to die for. It was like a dream. Right on cue the fountains began, like a little welcoming show just for us. We snapped away like giggling loons. Luckily the staff were super nice and took lots of pics for us.
The menu is a set 3 course job with an Italian feel. $38pp plus $28 for bottomless booze. Not bad if you ask me.
The bellinis and mimosas came out with spun sugar on and a syringe so you could add as much syrup as you wanted. So pretty. Half the group chose not to partake in the drinking, but when these bad boys came out we had a full bellini squad.
The first course was a basket of pastries to snack on- croissants, donuts, sugary rolls of goodness. Yum.
Top choice for the second course was the braised pulled duck on soft cheesy polenta- this was gorge.
I went for the ravioli with truffle ricotta and butter sauce- when you popped it open a fresh egg yolk poured out- oh my it was so rich and tasty.
A classic Caesar salad was down the far end with duck egg and parmesan shavings.
Rach went for the brucetta with buffalo mozz and speck.
Pit stop for more pics. Happy belated birthday to me. I’m so sad while I write this- take me back!
Girls, girls, girls.
Mains up. A popular choice was the spinach and ricotta stuffed chicken breast with mash and a rich gravey- Americans can do gravy!
I went for the ultimate steak with hash brown potato and asparagus. Cooked perfectly medium rare and covered in a deep, tasty sauce. Oh my this is why i love USA.
The lasagna left a little to be desired. Not like back home, it lacked the beef and instead came with poached eggs and green pasta. Not sure about this one.
Dessert was the funnest part. Not only because everyone sang and i got a personalised plate, but it also involved a help yourself buffet.
A chocolate fountain with fresh strawberries and marshmallows. A table full of fresh cakes and goodies.
And only a bloody candy floss machine!
This has to go down as one of the most epic brunches I’ve ever been to. Everything was perfect. I would def recommend this to anyone visiting Vegas.
We left a few hours later pretty sozzled ready to party the day away at Wet Republic pool party- then we went onto boogie with Skrillex at XS till the early hours- it was intense. A day for the memory bank for sure!