by Rachel L. Miller

Our waiter moves elegantly toward our table, his posture straight and regal, giving the appearance of floating on air, or considering where we're dining - Elements in the Aladdin Hotel and Casino - perhaps aided by a magic carpet.

As in many of the high-end dining establishments in Las Vegas, the staff here at Elements is already tending to us as if we're high rollers - or even better, Wayne Newton (but minus the pompadour).

Phil, our server, offers a serene smile as he hands us the novel-thick wine list. After thumbing through page after page, feeling inept and quite dumbfounded, we turn to him, brows raised, and shrug.

"What would you recommend?" I ask, hoping to avoid making such a difficult choice. Although I happen to love a good glass of wine, I'll admit I'm far from a connoisseur.

Phil responds with a gracious smile, either taking pity on my ignorance or feeling a bit of excitement in being given the opportunity to showcase his vast knowledge. In any case, he handles the situation perfectly.

"First off, what do we feel like having tonight? Fish or steak?" His hands are clasped in front of him, his head slightly bowed.

It takes less than a second before we reply, in unison, "Fish."

He grins, reaching for our menus. We haven't yet decided on an appetizer, entrée or wine, but I have a feeling those details will work themselves out with Phil's expertise.

"Why don't you sit back, relax, enjoy the atmosphere…and let us do all the work?" he offers, menus now tucked behind his back.

Overjoyed, we just nod. Phil asks if we have any allergies or preferences…and then floats away to select our wine....and plan our menu for the evening.

Openmouthed, my guest and I exchange a look of surprise. We're pleased - no, more than pleased - with our man Phil.

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