Tacos.
You set Vegas on fire?
Not me, actually, my female companion.
The Hilton Grand Vacations Club is a timeshare condo chain owned by the Hilton company. However, they rent out a portion of the rooms (In the Vegas Strip one, the bottom 10 floors are actually just nice plush hotel rooms, the next 14 floors (up to 24) are Condo "suites" identical to the timeshare rooms, and floor 25+ are full-time timeshare rooms) as hotel rooms and if they think you look rich enough, they'll give you hella discounts on prettymuch everything in Vegas if you sit through a timeshare presentation for an hour. We were staying in one of the condo-suites on the 24th floor.
Anyway, these rooms had a full kitchen (that's the reason we were there - for only marginally more money than a crap room in a Casino, we got a huge suite with natural stone in the bathroom and a full kitchen, and a jacuzzi tub, and etc. etc. - but we had to walk a few hundred yards to get to the nearest casino (The Riviera, or Circus Circus - both of which blow major ass, but we were attending Defcon at the Riviera, so it worked well) - and the little bit of extra expenditure was more than made up for by being able to eat like kings for damn near free (Grocery store 3 blocks away).
So we'd stocked up on delicious things like steak, and bacon, and pancake supplies. The fridge was also STUFFED with beer (Defcon is half hacker convention, half drinking convention. I'd take a backpack, fill it with ice and beer, and walk around for 6 hours getting smashed on the move - plus, beer is a currency with which you can buy information from some of the greatest minds in the world - I missed him this year, but next year my goal is to give a beer to Adam Savage.)
One morning we awoke and went to cook bacon/eggs/pancakes. We discovered that, missing from our supply of pots and pans was the requisite frying pan. We called the desk and they said they'd send one up with housekeeping. We took a "shower" (which took longer than expected) and apparently missed housekeeping. They left a note saying they'd try again in 20. Now frustrated, we decided to try nuking the bacon following the instructions on the package. It said that you could add additional layers by adding paper towels and more bacon - so she came to the natural conclusion (without consulting me) that she could stack up the entire pound of bacon and nuke it all at once.
This ended as badly as you might imagine - no actual fire, but plenty of smoke. At the very moment we were dealing with that, housekeeping arrived with our frying pan, and she shouted (in Spanish, naturally) to her partner "DIOS MIO, EL MICROHONDAS ESTA EN FUEGO!"
It was glorious.
Also, we got comped one day's stay because when we arrived the track slider partition door between the bathroom and jacuzzi/master bedroom (yes, the door is between the bathroom with the toilet and the shower, and the jacuzzi tub - putting the tub in the master bedroom, presumably for optimal sexytiemz or something - it would have made more sense if there were two partitions)'s latch was broken. This meant you could not secure your pooping activity from people in the master bedroom, or your sexytiemz from people pooping or showering. Most utterly inconsequential failure ever in the grand scheme of things, since we were a damned young couple staying alone, I only called to let them know so they could fix it so some other guest wouldn't have to explain complicated things to their kids - but they
insisted on giving us a freebie.
All in all best hotel stay ever - great room, cheap as dirt, if you look rich and have an hour to blow, tons of comped freebies all around town, we lit the microwave on fire and had no consequence beyond ruined bacon and the maid almost having a heart attack (in Spanish), and a free night because a piece of metal needed to be bent back into place with a pair of pliers.