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| Photo by Frank Macek |
Over the course of nearly a week, I came to know this property better than a quick weekend visit ever allows, and my impressions were shaped by everything from the room’s sweeping views to the hum of renovation work echoing down the hallway.
When we pulled up to the front entrance in our private shuttle from the airport, I felt the familiar pulse of Las Vegas—the lights, the neon, the unspoken promise of late nights and nonstop entertainment. Treasure Island doesn’t overwhelm you with spectacle in the way newer mega-resorts like Resorts World or The Cosmopolitan might, but it carries its own kind of classic Strip gravitas. The hotel is mid-Strip, right across from the Fashion Show Mall and within walking distance of heavy-hitters like Wynn, Venetian, and Mirage. That location makes it a strategic home base for exploring, and I was eager to see how the Tower Suite would shape my six days.
Check-in turned out to be surprisingly smooth thanks to self-serve kiosks, which let me bypass the front desk altogether. Once I figured out where they were tucked away—it took a few minutes of searching—the process was quick and efficient. Within minutes I had my key cards in hand and was gliding up the elevator, leaving the casino buzz behind for the quiet of the 34th floor.
The Tower Suite is the showpiece here, and I can say it delivered. At roughly 930 square feet in a studio layout, it’s larger than many condos back home.
When we pulled up to the front entrance in our private shuttle from the airport, I felt the familiar pulse of Las Vegas—the lights, the neon, the unspoken promise of late nights and nonstop entertainment. Treasure Island doesn’t overwhelm you with spectacle in the way newer mega-resorts like Resorts World or The Cosmopolitan might, but it carries its own kind of classic Strip gravitas. The hotel is mid-Strip, right across from the Fashion Show Mall and within walking distance of heavy-hitters like Wynn, Venetian, and Mirage. That location makes it a strategic home base for exploring, and I was eager to see how the Tower Suite would shape my six days.
Check-in turned out to be surprisingly smooth thanks to self-serve kiosks, which let me bypass the front desk altogether. Once I figured out where they were tucked away—it took a few minutes of searching—the process was quick and efficient. Within minutes I had my key cards in hand and was gliding up the elevator, leaving the casino buzz behind for the quiet of the 34th floor.
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| Photo by Frank Macek |
The entryway gives you a sense of arrival with cabinetry and storage, and from there the space opens wide: one side dominated by the king-sized SensaTIonal pillow-top bed with its padded, lighted headboard, the other given over to a lounge seating area and desk.
The design is neutral, leaning toward understated tans, creams, and dark wood. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the far wall, framing a view of the Strip below and mountains on the horizon. At night, that view transformed into a stage of neon and headlights—a living painting I never tired of.
The suite comes with not one, but two marble bathrooms, a feature that truly elevates the experience. One has a whirlpool tub, the other a separate shower, and both have lighted makeup mirrors and generous counter space. I drew long baths several nights, watching the glow of the Strip flicker beyond the glass. The second bathroom made mornings easier, even though I was traveling solo. The extra space allowed me to spread out without clutter.
The first night, after settling in, I sat in the lounge chair by the window and let the city unfold beneath me. That was the moment the Tower Suite proved its worth. The Strip feels chaotic at ground level, but from thirty-four floors up, it’s a mesmerizing choreography of lights, cars, and people. That perspective never got old, and every evening, I found myself pulling the curtains wide and sinking into that view.
Over the course of the stay, I came to appreciate the little touches in the room. The bed was supportive yet soft, the linens refreshed daily. Climate control was reliable, keeping the space cool despite the late-summer desert heat. A mirrored wardrobe and closet gave me ample room for clothes, while a modest refrigerator helped keep drinks and snacks cold. Room service is also available for those nights when you’d prefer to dine in without leaving the suite.
Yet even in this spacious comfort, the Tower Suite showed some of its age. I noticed scuff marks on furniture edges, light fixtures that flickered once or twice, and carpeting that betrayed a little fading at the seams. Nothing was dramatic, but the signs of wear reminded me this property has been around since the 1990s and isn’t the shiniest newcomer on the Strip. Still, the size and comfort balanced out those imperfections.
The suite comes with not one, but two marble bathrooms, a feature that truly elevates the experience. One has a whirlpool tub, the other a separate shower, and both have lighted makeup mirrors and generous counter space. I drew long baths several nights, watching the glow of the Strip flicker beyond the glass. The second bathroom made mornings easier, even though I was traveling solo. The extra space allowed me to spread out without clutter.
The first night, after settling in, I sat in the lounge chair by the window and let the city unfold beneath me. That was the moment the Tower Suite proved its worth. The Strip feels chaotic at ground level, but from thirty-four floors up, it’s a mesmerizing choreography of lights, cars, and people. That perspective never got old, and every evening, I found myself pulling the curtains wide and sinking into that view.
Over the course of the stay, I came to appreciate the little touches in the room. The bed was supportive yet soft, the linens refreshed daily. Climate control was reliable, keeping the space cool despite the late-summer desert heat. A mirrored wardrobe and closet gave me ample room for clothes, while a modest refrigerator helped keep drinks and snacks cold. Room service is also available for those nights when you’d prefer to dine in without leaving the suite.
Yet even in this spacious comfort, the Tower Suite showed some of its age. I noticed scuff marks on furniture edges, light fixtures that flickered once or twice, and carpeting that betrayed a little fading at the seams. Nothing was dramatic, but the signs of wear reminded me this property has been around since the 1990s and isn’t the shiniest newcomer on the Strip. Still, the size and comfort balanced out those imperfections.
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| Photo by Frank Macek |
The pool area isn’t as elaborate as some on the Strip, but it’s lively and refreshing, with cabanas available for rent. I also treated myself to a massage at the Oleksandra Spa & Salon on property. After logging several miles each day walking the Strip, that hour of quiet relief was well worth it.
Dining at Treasure Island is decent, though not overwhelming in variety. There’s Phil’s Italian Steak House, Señor Frog’s, Gilley’s Saloon, and a few other casual stops. A 24-hour coffee shop and the CVS on the property proved to be reliable, especially when I needed snacks or bottled water. But over the course of six nights, I felt the dining options start to run thin. On nights when I didn’t want to trek to neighboring resorts, I wished Treasure Island had more on-site restaurants to break up the routine.
Entertainment remains part of Treasure Island’s DNA, though the days of the famous Sirens of TI pirate show are long gone. That ended back in 2013, and while you can still see pirate ships outside, they’re purely decorative now. What Treasure Island still has, however, is Mystère by Cirque du Soleil. I made sure to see the show one night, and it was worth the ticket. The theater is right inside the hotel, and the production—colorful, acrobatic, surreal—remains a staple of Vegas entertainment. Being able to walk out of the show and straight to my suite in minutes was a luxury in itself.
Because I stayed nearly a week, I also experienced the practical side of things. Housekeeping was dependable and responsive. Wi-Fi, included in the resort fee, held up well even during peak evening hours. Early check-in and late check-out are available and can be handy for travelers arriving at odd hours, though I didn’t need them during my stay. Free self-parking turned out to be one of the hotel’s most valuable perks. With so many Strip resorts now charging hefty daily parking fees, being able to pull in and out of the garage without worrying about cost felt like a genuine advantage.
I had rented a car through Hertz, expecting a simple pickup right outside the hotel. But when I arrived, I discovered the Hertz desk was closed, and I had to head to the Dollar Rental booth on the third floor instead. The lack of clear signage made this more confusing than it needed to be, and I had to ask for help before I found the right spot. Once sorted, the process was fine, but it was a hiccup I hadn’t planned for. That said, having the car gave me the freedom to explore off-Strip neighborhoods, and every time I parked back at Treasure Island without a fee, I felt the balance tip back toward satisfaction.
Not all of the inconveniences were outside my room, though. On the 34th floor, where my suite was located, the soda vending machines were empty the entire stay. I discovered this the hard way after a long night out when all I wanted was a quick soda without venturing downstairs. I was met with blinking “sold out” messages on every machine I tried. It’s a small issue, but one that repeated itself enough times to become frustrating. For a resort of this scale, keeping vending machines stocked should be basic housekeeping.
Adding to that, I happened to be staying during a round of room renovations on my floor. From time to time, I heard drilling and hammering. It was never overwhelming, but it did start fairly early in the morning. I reminded myself that renovations are necessary for a property of this age and will ultimately improve the guest experience. But the timing, for me, was less than ideal.
These inconveniences—limited dining variety, vending machines left empty, confusing car rental logistics, and renovation noise—didn’t ruin my stay, but they did shape it. They’re the kinds of things you notice more on a longer visit than on a quick weekend getaway. A three-night guest might breeze past them; after six nights, they add texture to the memory.
Still, the positives remained stronger. Every night I returned to my Tower Suite and threw open the curtains, the view washed those irritations away. I could sink into the whirlpool tub, draw a bath, and let the Strip hum far below without invading my space. I could wander next door to Wynn, cross the pedestrian bridges to Venetian, or drive out to Red Rock Canyon, all while knowing I had a spacious suite waiting when I came back.
By the time I packed up on the final morning, I realized Treasure Island is a hotel of balances. It isn’t the flashiest or the most luxurious property on the Strip, but it offers oversized rooms, fair value, and an unbeatable location with easy access to the Strip and the Las Vegas Monorail across the street.
The Tower Suite lifts the experience into something memorable, giving you the space to breathe above the chaos. The flaws—aging décor, vending machines left bare, limited dining, renovation noise—are real, but they’re balanced by the convenience of free parking, attentive service, and views that are hard to match for the price.
Dining at Treasure Island is decent, though not overwhelming in variety. There’s Phil’s Italian Steak House, Señor Frog’s, Gilley’s Saloon, and a few other casual stops. A 24-hour coffee shop and the CVS on the property proved to be reliable, especially when I needed snacks or bottled water. But over the course of six nights, I felt the dining options start to run thin. On nights when I didn’t want to trek to neighboring resorts, I wished Treasure Island had more on-site restaurants to break up the routine.
Entertainment remains part of Treasure Island’s DNA, though the days of the famous Sirens of TI pirate show are long gone. That ended back in 2013, and while you can still see pirate ships outside, they’re purely decorative now. What Treasure Island still has, however, is Mystère by Cirque du Soleil. I made sure to see the show one night, and it was worth the ticket. The theater is right inside the hotel, and the production—colorful, acrobatic, surreal—remains a staple of Vegas entertainment. Being able to walk out of the show and straight to my suite in minutes was a luxury in itself.
Because I stayed nearly a week, I also experienced the practical side of things. Housekeeping was dependable and responsive. Wi-Fi, included in the resort fee, held up well even during peak evening hours. Early check-in and late check-out are available and can be handy for travelers arriving at odd hours, though I didn’t need them during my stay. Free self-parking turned out to be one of the hotel’s most valuable perks. With so many Strip resorts now charging hefty daily parking fees, being able to pull in and out of the garage without worrying about cost felt like a genuine advantage.
I had rented a car through Hertz, expecting a simple pickup right outside the hotel. But when I arrived, I discovered the Hertz desk was closed, and I had to head to the Dollar Rental booth on the third floor instead. The lack of clear signage made this more confusing than it needed to be, and I had to ask for help before I found the right spot. Once sorted, the process was fine, but it was a hiccup I hadn’t planned for. That said, having the car gave me the freedom to explore off-Strip neighborhoods, and every time I parked back at Treasure Island without a fee, I felt the balance tip back toward satisfaction.
Not all of the inconveniences were outside my room, though. On the 34th floor, where my suite was located, the soda vending machines were empty the entire stay. I discovered this the hard way after a long night out when all I wanted was a quick soda without venturing downstairs. I was met with blinking “sold out” messages on every machine I tried. It’s a small issue, but one that repeated itself enough times to become frustrating. For a resort of this scale, keeping vending machines stocked should be basic housekeeping.
Adding to that, I happened to be staying during a round of room renovations on my floor. From time to time, I heard drilling and hammering. It was never overwhelming, but it did start fairly early in the morning. I reminded myself that renovations are necessary for a property of this age and will ultimately improve the guest experience. But the timing, for me, was less than ideal.
These inconveniences—limited dining variety, vending machines left empty, confusing car rental logistics, and renovation noise—didn’t ruin my stay, but they did shape it. They’re the kinds of things you notice more on a longer visit than on a quick weekend getaway. A three-night guest might breeze past them; after six nights, they add texture to the memory.
Still, the positives remained stronger. Every night I returned to my Tower Suite and threw open the curtains, the view washed those irritations away. I could sink into the whirlpool tub, draw a bath, and let the Strip hum far below without invading my space. I could wander next door to Wynn, cross the pedestrian bridges to Venetian, or drive out to Red Rock Canyon, all while knowing I had a spacious suite waiting when I came back.
By the time I packed up on the final morning, I realized Treasure Island is a hotel of balances. It isn’t the flashiest or the most luxurious property on the Strip, but it offers oversized rooms, fair value, and an unbeatable location with easy access to the Strip and the Las Vegas Monorail across the street.
The Tower Suite lifts the experience into something memorable, giving you the space to breathe above the chaos. The flaws—aging décor, vending machines left bare, limited dining, renovation noise—are real, but they’re balanced by the convenience of free parking, attentive service, and views that are hard to match for the price.
Frank's Final Thoughts
If you’re looking for a polished, cutting-edge Vegas resort, Treasure Island won’t be your first choice. But if you want comfort, generous square footage, a prime Strip location, and a chance to feel like you’re living above the neon for six nights, the Tower Suite at TI makes a strong case. My stay wasn’t perfect, but it was deeply enjoyable—and for me, that’s a great stay worth remembering.
If you’re looking for a polished, cutting-edge Vegas resort, Treasure Island won’t be your first choice. But if you want comfort, generous square footage, a prime Strip location, and a chance to feel like you’re living above the neon for six nights, the Tower Suite at TI makes a strong case. My stay wasn’t perfect, but it was deeply enjoyable—and for me, that’s a great stay worth remembering.
Visitor Information: Treasure Island Hotel & Casino
- Address: 3300 Las Vegas Blvd S, Las Vegas, NV 89109
- Phone: (702) 894-7111
- Website: treasureisland.com
- Check-in: 3:00 PM | Check-out: 11:00 AM (early check in/out available for a fee)
- Dining: Phil’s Italian Steak House, Gilley’s Saloon, Señor Frog’s, Pizzeria Francesco’s, Coffee Shop, CVS on property, room service available
- Amenities: Tower Suites, Mystère by Cirque du Soleil, outdoor pool, Oleksandra Spa & Salon, fitness center, meeting/event space, casino, free self-parking
- Resort Fee: $44.95 plus tax per night, includes Wi-Fi, fitness center access, in-room bottled water, and more
- Room Rates: Standard rooms typically range from $90–$160 per night, Tower Suites from $150–$250+ per night depending on season and availability
- Nearby: Fashion Show Mall, The Venetian, Wynn/Encore, Mirage, LINQ Promenade, the Sphere, Las Vegas Monorail access
