DP gave one of his clients a good rate on a rental a couple weeks ago, and they told him to come to the Bellagio for a comped buffet. Don't mind if I do! But then when we met up in front of the buffet, he asked if we'd rather eat at Fix instead. I was like, "Um, we brought our baby...?" But he said it would be fine. I was terribly under-dressed too, like I'm talking jeggings. At least DP was wearing real pants.
Obviously I ordered the surf and turf because it was the most expensive entrée. It wasn't bad for sixty-five dollars. DP had the sea bass and Claire ordered herself the mac and cheese. She also got her first Shirley Temple.