When I think of the SLS brand, I think of the hip one in Los Angeles. That is not the case for the one in Vegas. This hotel is lodging for those coming for conventions. It isn’t for the partygoers.
Trying to requalify for SPG Platinum, I booked one night at the SLS Vegas. At $107 including the stupid resort fee, it was a steal.
When I checked in, I received two drink tickets for the Monkey Bar. Each was worth up to $15. I used them to purchase a refreshing grapefruit tequila cocktail and cucumber St. Germaine tequila drink. I initially ordered the espresso martini but sent it back at the bartender’s suggestion. She showed me the ingredients and agreed that it was an awful combination.
Getting To The Room
Get down, get down. I couldn’t keep that song out of my head. From the hallway, to the elevator, to the mirrors in the room, everything had a funky feel.
The room was spacious and was equipped with a proper television, not an outdated flat screen which takes forever to flip from one channel to the next.
As the saying goes, “Don’t get drunk off the mini-bar.” The water is free but I recommend purchasing more for those dreadful Vegas mornings.
The walk-in shower had good pressure but the tile around the drain was at a sharp angle. I couldn’t find a comfortable place to stand. The photo behind the toilet was appropriate: relax, take your time.
The pool is lame and dated. It is not the party spot I thought it would be.
The W is connected to the SLS. In fact, the SLS used to own the tower that is now the W. The nicer rooms are in the W tower but with that niceness comes a higher nightly price.
Having an SPG hotel on the Strip for the right price may be enough to warrant a return to the SLS, despite its shortcomings.