Matthew Citriglia's blog

On my last trip to Las Vegas, my wife V and I got a last minute impulse to go to Picasso at the Bellagio. With no reservations and the time approaching 7pm, we accepted the fact that we would probably just sit at the bar.

We approach the hostess who immediately asked if we had reservations. I sheepishly say, "No, but was hoping they could squeeze us in and that we would be happy to dine at the bar."� She goes through the normal routine of looking over tables and resos and comes back to escort us to a table on the interior of the restaurant. It is obvious why this table was available but V and I didn't care we were just happy to get in and I quickly ordered a couple glasses of champagne. Desi, the sommelier, stops by to welcome us to restaurant. With his opening dialog he discovered it was our 9th anniversary, we had never dinned there before, and we would love to have after dinner drinks on the patio and watch the water show.