South Point - The VegasTripping Review 2013
Apparently, Personality Comes at a Price
We had to be in Vegas the weekend of April 6th for a wedding. So did that stiff, Michael Jordan for his golf thingy. And so was every country star ever for the Academy of Country Music Awards. And then there were a handful of other fairly large conventions on top of that.
The result? Literally comped rooms everywhere EXCEPT on the Friday and Saturday that we had to be in town. Platinum mLife "discounts" brought Mirage down to $300. Excalibur was asking $180 and Luxor $220. Per night. What the hell?
Then there was South Point at a ridiculously high $120. I hadn't stayed there, but I'd heard mostly positive things and it was a chance to try something new. Besides, with about 20 of us descending onto Vegas, including several children, it's not like a proper strip resort could be enjoyed to its fullest extent.
So South Point it was. I'm the guy who jokingly calls anything non Tower Suites at Wynncore the ghetto. What was I getting myself into?
We pulled up to the valet and were greeted as nice as anywhere. Bonus points for keeping the car up close as a showpiece for the resort. Apparently, a mid-level Mercedes (my parents' car, not mine) is a big deal around these parts and pretty much the only eye-candy the entry had. Those back entrances that even modest strip hotels have for shuttle buses and the like are literally more appealing than this pathetic porte cochere.
Check in was about as quick and efficient as checking in eight rooms will get. The "lobby" (if you can even call it that) is just an afterthought with plenty of seating. The bell desk around the corner is eager to share with you efficient bus routes to the strip. Very telling.
As for general atmosphere, it's a lot of yellow. Everywhere. Take the former Barbary Bills, make it bigger, clean it up, pee on it, and that's South Point.