As anticipated, Vegas was a blast. From the (almost) smooth travel to the food and drinks… minus work, it was a damn good time. And cue the lame tourist-y photos:
Worth mentioning my new favorite restaurant out there (which I obviously was too enamored by the food to take any pictures of) – Cafe Martorano. We stopped after seeing a mouth-watering picture of a caprese stack on just about every poster inside Paris. It did not disappoint. I just love food so much.