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The Bank Bellagio 3600 Las Vegas Blvd. S. 702-693-8300 website Hours: The Bank is the highest of high end clubs now open at Bellagio. How high? On the night we visited the cover charge was $50 although that has gone down now to a still expensive but more on par with the competition $30. And mind you that's just to get in the door. Drinks are likewise very pricey and if you want to sit down in any of the comfortable booths you're going to have to get bottle service, which starts at $500 a bottle and on busy Saturday nights may have a three-bottle minimum. That's right, $1,500 to sit down. But if you have that kind of cash to throw around and are looking for an exclusive, celebrity and power-player heavy nightclub experience, it's hard to think of a place that tops The Bank. The space is gorgeous, a complete overhaul of the room that once used to occupy the Bellagio's former high-end nightclub Light. It's a multi-level room with several tiers of booths and plush seating overlooking a big dance floor and ultra-exclusive VIP rooms scattered about. The place is built for partying with a state of the art sound and light system and fun touches like ice machines that rain snow down on the dancing throngs. Due to the cost, the crowd here is a little more well-heeled than your average club-goer and a little older as well, so while you may not get sneered at for being over 40 here you may get sneered at if you're wearing something from Target.
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This is a place that defines the phrase “trendy Vegas nightclub” with all of its good and bad connotations.
The space, located down a flight of stairs (or elevator) in the room formerly occupied by its trendy Vegas nightclub predecessor Baby’s, Body English is a riot of energetic design and layout with crystal chandeliers, rich fabrics and woods, mirrors on the walls, and luxe furnishings adding up to a distinctly gothic feel. It’s the club Cher and Ann Rice dream about.
The layout is great, with a balcony overlooking the main dance floor and bar areas and intimate seating and VIP booths/rooms everywhere you turn. The energy was definitely infectious with great club music and a lively crowd adding up to a fun, party environment.
But of course there are downsides to this kind of hip success. The line to get in bordered on ludicrous in length and wait time so if you’re not important enough to get on the VIP list be prepared to make friends with strangers standing with you. And even though the club is not on The Strip, it definitely had those kind of prices, with a $20 cover fairly standard and drink prices in the $8 and up (way up) range.
Plus it is absolutely the kind of place where you better be dressed to impress and it can’t hurt if you’re young, thin, and gorgeous. Anyone else is going to feel out of place unless you’ve got enough money to throw around that no one will care.
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Taking over the space at Treasure Island once occupied by Tangerine, a burlesque club, Christian Audigier is yet another entry into the crowded nightclub scene that really only has a couple of things that make it stand out.
First is the name, that of the French designer perhaps most well known in the US as the force behind the Von Dutch line of apparel (and trucker hats). Attaching a fashion designer's name to a nightclub is an interesting concept that gives it an automatic personality. But it would've worked better had it been a designer with higher name recognition (Versace, Wang) and/or had the execution been more, I don't know, fashionable.
According to the press material, Audigier designed staff outfits, bottles, lighting fixtures, furnishings, and more and provided the rock and roll style tattoo artwork. That's pretty cool in theory, but in practice all I saw were a couple hundred people mashed together dancing and drinking. There was artwork on the walls? There were specially designed bottles? There was staff beyond the suit wearing security guards? News to me. It was just too dark, crowded, loud, and chaotic to get any of that detail.
Mind you, dark, crowded, loud, and chaotic are the primary ingredients for a successful nightclub these days but telling this one apart from all the others is virtually impossible.
Until, that is, you make it through the crush of partiers to the outdoor patio, the second thing that makes this place stand out. Located right along the lagoon that features the Sirens of TI show, this is a great outdoor space with a nice view of the ships and The Strip and on a nice night could be a great place to do your clubbing. Note that it is brighter, less loud, and less chaotic, which may have been why it appealed to me.
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If you are a young, straight, male with an appetite for rowdy bars, loud music, beautiful women, and lots and lots of booze you're going to love Coyote Ugly. I am almost none of those things and yet I still thought the place was a hoot.
If you haven't seen the movie of the same name let me bring you up to speed on the concept. In the film, Coyote Ugly is the name of a raucous roadhouse style bar in New York City where beautiful, female bartenders twirl bottles, blow fire, spray water, sing along with the jukebox, and dance on the bar creating a wild non-stop party.
In perhaps one of the most brilliant cross-promotional concepts since dinosaurs ruled the toy stores, Coyote Ugly is now an actual place in Las Vegas and they've done a great job of capturing the spirit of the fictional version. Although it may help to have seen the film first, you don't really need it because the concept is pretty apparent from the minute you walk into the place.
It's on the mezzanine level of New York-New York, just above the main casino and it's not as big as you'd expect a theme place to be. It's just one big room, scuffed wooden floors, and a bunch of southern roadhouse décor (street signs, aluminum siding, exposed beams, etc.) filling out the space. There are bars on either side and big empty areas in between for you to stand around and take in the show, or dance along if the spirit moves you.
And what a show. These women bartenders are not beautiful in the classic Vegas showgirl style. No, they are more like that girl Tanya you knew in high school... the one who smoked and drank and drove her boyfriend's Camaro faster than he did and probably would've kicked your sorry butt if you had tried to ask her out, which you probably wanted to because she was pretty hot.
I think you know the type.
As such, their hooting and hollering and carrying-on both behind and on top of the bar is not at all affected or staged, but rather a bunch of good-old gals having a rip-snorting good time. They scream at the customers, spray them with water, encourage them to drink more than they probably should, sing along to Billy Idol and Pat Benatar, and dance while serving drinks at the same time. It's pretty impressive from just a coordination level if nothing else.
Unlike the film, which showed a clientele of all ages, races, sexes, and types frequenting the fictional Coyote Ugly, most of the crowd at the real version was the aforementioned young, straight, white male. But I think just about anyone could have a good time here if you go into it with the right attitude and don't worry about getting your hair mussed. If nothing else it's a welcome relief from the "trendy casual" BS of most of the nightclubs in this town.
Cover and drink prices are reasonable and the staff was friendly but obviously not willing to put up with any crap from anyone. In other words, if you think you can down a few dozen shots and get up on the bar to dance with one of the bartenders you're going to find yourself in a hammerlock faster than you can say "Dad, can you bail me out of jail?"
To sum it up, I have to go back to that word I used in the first paragraph: Coyote Ugly is a hoot.
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The House of Blues entertainment venue and restaurant is transformed into a nightclub that tends to draw a slightly older crowd (think over 30 instead of all hard-bodied 21 year-olds), primarily because of the music they play. Fridays are dance hits from the '70s, '80s, and '90s while Saturdays feature live music from popular local Vegas cover band Boogie Knights who, as you might have figured out from their name, plays all disco, all the time.
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The Mirage was one of the last to come to the high-energy nightclub scene on The Strip but maybe that’s a good thing since it appears they took what was successful at other places and mixed it together for a winner in their own place.
The club is done by the same people who do Light at Bellagio and the pedigree shows. Although certainly a party spot, Jet doesn’t give off the kind of desperate, “I just want to get drunk and find people to take back to my room” vibe that some other nightclubs do. It’s more adult and sophisticated but still fun the way a dance place should be.
The room is divided into three sections with three distinct vibes. One of the rooms features house music in an ultra-lounge style environment while a second room is heavy on the hip-hop beats in a similar atmosphere. The main room, with its big dance floor, multiple bars, plenty of VIP booths, and great lighting and sound system is more mainstream, playing pop, hip-hop, dance, and more from all eras.
As with most clubs its expensive ($30 for guys, $20 for women at the door plus high drink prices) but if you’re going to spend that kind of money this is a place I could actually recommend you doing it.
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The latest “big deal” in nightclubs became a “big deal” before it opened mainly because of the people who have financial interests in it – names like Christina Aguilera and DJ AM. But the creation of a new nightclub and the zeitgeist that surrounds it goes way beyond the backers. I don’t care how many celebrities write checks – a club, to be successful, has to have its own personality and it better be a cool one.
LAX at Luxor is definitely cool. First of all, it’s dark – everywhere. Even the vinyl-booth style padded entry way is so dark that security guards have to shine lights on the stairs so you don’t tumble your way to a lawsuit. But it sets up an appropriately moody vibe that explodes when you walk into the main room.
The cavernous space flows both down and up, with a staircase leading down to a high-energy dance floor covered by the latest in high-tech lighting and sound, and another staircase leading up to cozy, cavy-like VIP lounges that look over the teaming masses below. Bars are scattered about everywhere and there are more VIP seating areas here and there but precious little room for the non-VIPs to do anything other than stand or dance.
The crowd was very young – at 41, I was the oldest there by a solid 15 years and even that 26 year-old probably felt out of place. But hey, that’s what you get when you come to a club like that so either accept it or go find yourself a nice bingo hall somewhere.
The energy was undeniable, with the packed house providing an almost constant feeling of motion even from the people who were just standing in line for a drink. Forget personal space and be on the lookout for the over-imbibers who were legion.
Again, cover and drink prices are typically high. I only had a limited interaction with the staff but they seemed to be on their game and not too overly intimidating.
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In the battle for the title of "Hottest Nightclub in Las Vegas," the focus has been on new, hip, original, and exclusive. Moon works that angle, while its sister Playboy Club does something new by going retro, turning a known brand on its ear and turning it into something still relevant in the new millennium.
Located atop the new tower at The Palms, the two clubs are distinct yet linked together by an escalator, elevators, and the long lines and high cover prices required to get in (an eye-popping $40, which merely gets you in the door).
After an interminable wait for one of the high-speed elevators you are whisked to the top floor of the tower and unleashed into the Moon universe. Done in futuristic silvers, whites, and mirror effects the club is a multi-level paradise of party-all-the-time insanity. There are multiple bars, a balcony overlooking the sizeable dance floor, two outdoor patios (warning: it gets really windy up here so make sure you are paying attention to what is happening with that little black dress), and even a retractable roof.
The overall vibe of the place seems to be more frat house-y than you normally find at a place like this, but that impression may have been due to the 80s and 90s rock that was playing while I happened to be there. Surprisingly Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" and Nirvana's "Lithium" not only make great sing-along club jams but actually mix well together. I'm sure that a different selection of music may have reduced the "duuuuuude" atmosphere a little but the crowd definitely seemed to be a lot more interested in having a good time and a lot less interested in standing and posing, something that afflicts many clubs of this ilk. Although well past my party animal phase, this was a welcome change of pace.
The Playboy Club, located one level down, is a retro-chic version of Hugh Hefner's mansion, with clubby nooks done with stone and wood wall treatments, new-millennium takes on leather wing-back chairs, and flat panel monitors over the fireplaces instead of paintings. Throw in the dozens of cotton-tailed servers and you have a deliriously over-the-top take on the Playboy mystique, complete with gaming tables to bring out the 007 in you. A tuxedo is not required, but you almost feel like you want to throw one on, grab a martini, and throw the dice with one arm while you put the other around a girl wearing bunny ears.
The crowds are epic, the drink prices sky-high, and while the rooftop locations offer great views, waiting for those elevators to make your entrance or you escape are a pain in the cotton-tail. Still, this is the kind of club that makes club-going entertaining again.
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NOTE: Prive is closed temporarily.
Prive is from The Opium Group, the company that operates three of Miami's most successful nightclubs including the original Privé in South Beach.
The Vegas version of Privé is stunning, with an amphitheatre inspired layout full of comfortable booths and seating areas, a massive two-story fireplace, project screens for fun visuals, a slamming sound and light system, several bars, and plenty of other eye candy to keep you entertained.
As if the space itself weren't enough to get you jazzed, you have to factor in the complete lack of pretention that goes on here. Unlike most nightclubs (see The Bank above) where most seating is reserved for VIPs and bottle service, the bulk of the seating at Privé is open to anyone so it won't cost you a ridiculous amount of money just to rest what you've been shaking on the dance floor - or anywhere else for that matter. Dancing is encouraged everywhere in the club; feel like climbing up on a table or speaker and expressing your inner Go-Go Girl or Guy? Go for it - they want you to have fun.
On top of that there is no serious dress code here and the costs of the covers and drink prices are all much more reasonable.
The result is a truly friendly nightclub that doesn't have the kind of intimidating vibe that most others due, where people are just there to have a great time instead of standing and posing.
The same $20 admission also gets you into The Living Room, an ultra-lounge space adjacent to Privé that owns up to its name with an intimate homey vibe, if your home has leather couches and big fireplaces and chandeliers of course. The groove here is much more laid back than its neighbor but there is still a lot of energy amongst the clientele and the broad mix of people is an encouraging change of pace.
Privé and The Living Room are located at Planet Hollywood and are open Monday, Friday, and Saturday from 10pm until 4am.
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If I’m going out, I prefer the more traditional nightclub – loud pounding house music and a big dance floor and you aren’t going to find louder and bigger in Las Vegas than at Pure at Caesars Palace.
Taking up the bulk of the space formerly occupied by the Caesars Magical Empire, Pure is a multi-level giant of a club, adding up to more than 36,000-square-feet – the largest in Las Vegas.
The décor is simple and effective – 99 and 44/100th percent of it is white (wall treatments, seating, light fixtures, etc.). It sounds stark – and it is – but effective use of negative spaces makes the design pop in a way that renders it less chilly than it really should be. Besides, this is not a sit around and sway kind of place, this is a get up and move kind of joint so warm, inviting, lounge is not what they were probably going for in the first place.
The main club features a huge dance floor (packed to the brim with party people the night I attended), several bars, lots of VIP and/or bottle-service only seating areas, and plenty of space to stand around and watch everyone being watched. The vibe was definitely more upbeat than what you’ll find at the ultra-lounge concepts, a little less drunk and sleazy and a little more drunk and celebratory.
Upstairs from the main club is big patio overlooking The Strip, complete with its own DJ, bars, seating areas, and private cabanas. Actually to call it a patio doesn’t do it justice – this is more of a rooftop converted to a nightclub, bigger by itself than many of the other clubs in town. The view is great fun so you should definitely check it out.
A third portion of the club is opening soon. The famous (or infamous depending on your point of view) Pussycat Dolls are bringing their brand of burlesque to their own showroom at Pure beginning in February 2005.
The lines to get in the place were long, the prices were high, and the clientele was an interesting mixture between young party people and slightly older party people. I don’t think I was the oldest person in the place but I didn’t feel exactly comfortable either. Pure is not the kind of club you want to go to by yourself. Take a group of friends and dance the night away.
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Undeniably one of the most popular and entertaining clubs in town, it is only for those with club-going encoded into their DNA. Why else would anyone pay this much, stand in lines this long, and have to deal with an attitude this severe? But club afficiandos are used to that kind of stuff so if you can stand the heat this is one of the hot spots you're going to hit.
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The competition in the nightclub market in Vegas is fierce and it really takes something special to stand out. I had high hopes for Rok since, in various PR material and literature, as the only true "Rock" nightclub on The Strip. I'm not necessarily a fan of "Rock" but at least it would be something different from the typical house, hip-hop, pop amalgams that make up the play lists at most clubs.
So imagine my surprise when I visited Rok at New York New York on a Friday night only to hear T-Pain and T.I. blasting from the sound system.
By the way, if you don't know who they are, stop reading now.
According to the club host that I spoke to, the "rock" part of Rok is more in the attitude than in the music, although he insisted that in addition to rap, hip-hop, and house music that they do sometimes play straight ahead rock music and rock/pop/hip-hop mash-ups.
So Rok is not exactly "Rock." Maybe it's the missing letter. It's sort of how anything with the word "cheez" in it is not necessarily really cheese.
In fact just about the only thing that approached "rock" on the night I visited were the outfits worn by some of the staff - think leather, metal studs, torn fishnets. It came across more as costuming than an actual ethos.
The room is nice but small - basically one big oval with bottle-service seating ($300 and up) around the peripheries, one bar, and a generous area for dancing. There's also an outdoor patio but I wasn't able to see that on the night I visited so I can't give you any more information on that.
Maybe that's where the rock went to - out on the patio for a smoke.
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Part restaurant, part nightclub this perennial Vegas hot spot has been entertaining the masses for years now and doesn't seem to get any less popular. A renovation in December of 2005 upped the glam quotient but it's still a lot less in your face than most nightclubs and therefore a little more appealing to those looking for something other than a trendy nightclub.
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Finally, country music fans can stop crying in their beers over the closure of Gilley’s now that Stoney’s Rockin’ Country has opened its doors. The 20,000-square foot club is located a few miles south of Mandalay Bay on Las Vegas Boulevard (near the South Point Hotel and Casino) and features a 2,500 square foot hardwood dance floor, three mini-bowling lanes, pool tables, and of course a mechanical bull complete with bleacher seating so lots of people can get a good view of you making an idiot out of yourself. The bar features live entertainment and country-western DJs, bull-riding contests, and line dancing classes polus lots and lots of drink specials.
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I’m going to cut Studio 54 a lot more slack than they probably deserve. I did attempt to visit this ultra-trendy nightclub at the MGM Grand on a Saturday night and it was a holiday weekend and it was right after the Madonna concert so maybe it was all my fault for not thinking things through a little better. Plus it was my birthday and I was turning 35 and I’m way too old for this kind of crap anyway, so please take everything you’re going to read here with a grain of very bitter salt.
Just in case you’re not up on your nightclub history and lore, Studio 54 in Vegas is a reinterpretation of sorts of the original legendary New York disco of the 70s and early 80s. It was an exclusive hangout – the place where people went to see and be seen – and during its heyday the club and its patrons were infamous for their conspicuous drug use, wild rampant sex, and party-till-dawn ethos.
The club was also infamous for its long lines, huge crowds, outrageous drink prices, and snooty staff.
This being the new millennium and the relatively sanitized version of The Strip, the conspicuous drug use and out-in-the-open sex are gone but the new Studio 54 lives up to its namesake in just about all other categories.
On this particular holiday Saturday night after the Madonna concert when I was bitter about turning 35, the admission lines on both the 1st and 2nd floors were at least 300 people deep. One person I spoke to said she had been waiting for more than an hour and was only halfway through the queue. Each of these roughly 600 people was waiting to pay a $20 cover charge just to get in the door.
And if you think that you might get better treatment if you can finagle your way onto the VIP list, think again. I got that consideration since I was there to review the club and I still waited in line for more than 45 minutes all the while being treated as if I was the gum stuck to the bottom of the trendy shoes worn by the attitudinal staff.
Even more disturbing was the fact that the VIP list wasn’t really the VIP list. That was reserved for the groups of people who somehow managed to get let in past the velvet ropes by anxious casino hosts or other club personnel ahead of everyone else. I don’t know who they were, but I didn’t like them.
To be brutal, if I hadn’t been there to do my job I would’ve left long before I did, laughing and pointing at all the idiots who were waiting to get in as I went. But I sucked it up and waited like the patient little travel writer that I am. At least until this guy Bill, who had been behind me in line, was suddenly in front of me in line.
Bill chose the wrong guy on the wrong night to try to cut in front of. Bill wasn’t aware about how cranky I was about the whole turning 35 thing. So, Bill and I had a little talk that I’m hoping he won’t forget anytime soon and I retook my place in line.
Once inside, the club is smaller than what you would expect after seeing the massive throngs of people trying to get in. It’s long, narrow, and tall done in an attractive but “been-there-done-that” industrial, post-punk chic with exposed ductwork, chain-link fencing, aluminum siding, and the like. Nice touches include the black and white period photographs celebrating the celebrities that used to attend the original club.
There is a multi-level dance floor just inside the main entrance that on this particular night was literally packed from one edge to the other with people. Had I been inclined to dance I would have had to do it in the 12” square area I managed to carve out for myself in equally crowded bar area.
The main bar was virtually invisible behind the wall of people, six and seven deep, trying to get to it to order a drink so thank God for the small beer stations set up around the room. I was able to get in and get a beer relatively quickly but had to pay $6 for the privilege.
Thinking there might be some breathing room upstairs I headed to the second level where there is more dancing space and balconies looking down on the main level, plus another bar and some lounge space. I was wrong about the breathing room but I had a beer at that point so I was happy for the moment.
So then I tried to find out about the “VIP Lounge” that was guarded by a surly bouncer. The conversation went something like this.
Me: Hi, I’m here reviewing the club and I was wondering if you could tell me about this area.
I decided to quit while I was ahead and walked away, unenlightened about the VIP area and questioning my self-worth all at the same time.
About the only positive thing I had to say about Studio 54 was that the music was fantastic. DJs change from night to night but this evening the turntable guru was spinning an infectious blend of old-school hip-hop and pop with newer drum and bass and two-step beats. It was a little bit of something for everyone and the crowd ate it up. Of course, the DJ probably could’ve played old John Denver tunes and they would’ve kept right on dancing.
So lets cover the caveats one more time: Saturday night, holiday weekend, Madonna concert, bitter about getting older. But even with all of this, I can’t imagine why anyone would choose to wait that long, be treated that poorly, pay that much money, and have that much of a lack of personal space as a form of entertainment.
If trendy nightclubs are your thing you’ll probably love Studio 54. Everyone else, including me, will probably hate it.
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This place opened in 2005 and has become one of THE hotspots of the moment. I know there is only supposed to be one THE hotspot but this is Vegas and the normal rules don’t apply. Tao is the kind of joint where you may be able to do some celebrity spotting if you can get close enough to the private booths and VIP areas where they congregate.
I'm calling the theme post-apocalyptic Communist China and I swear my memory of the place was like a scene from those movies where the hero gets slipped a “micky” and is trying to get out of the Bangkok nightclub before the bad guys find him, so he stumbles through the club and everywhere he looks emotionless women with severe black bobs look at him as if through a fish-eye lens and take long drags on cigarettes in holders while a strobe light flashes and techno music with angry men growling lyrics in German raves in the background.
The multi-level facility features a restaurant and lounge on the first floor and the main club upstairs with several bars, some seating areas, lots of VIP booth areas, a big dance floor, and outdoor patio, and absolutely not one single inch of personal space.
So of course it's insanely popular, always packed, and the kind of place people are dying to get into (the VIP guest list line on the night I visited was about 50 people long and I couldn't see the end of the line for the non-VIP folks). I’m not a fan of this particular genre of nightclub to begin with but I am convinced that there are others (like Body English, Rain, and Pure) that do it better but it all comes down to a matter of personal taste in the end. If you’re into the see and be seen kind of party all night action this place should definitely be on your to-do list.
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First the back-story on this club, which is fascinating. When Wynn Las Vegas opened, their entry into the crowded nightclub scene was called La Bete, a dark and ominous space that lived up to its name (French for The Beast). It didn’t do very well and within a year it was shuttered and overhauled into Tryst, a lighter, brighter affair aimed at a well-heeled clientele.
I visited Tryst right after it opened and walked away unimpressed. I encountered lots of problems with the staff and the overall organization seemed to be lacking, to say the least. But I figured it was birthing pangs and decided I’d get back at some point to see if they had worked out the kinks.
It took me awhile but I’m happy to say that I finally returned and not only have they gotten their act together, they have turned Tryst into one of the most entertaining and appealing nightclubs in town.
The main room is all on one level, a half-circle with bars and booths at the back, more booths and VIP areas in the middle, and then a dance floor at the hub all facing a wall of windows that reveals an outdoor patio and a giant waterfall. As focal points go, you’d have a hard time topping a waterfall.
Outside are more tables and private cabanas, bars, and an al fresco dance floor that surround pools of water.
The whole place is gorgeous, as are most of the people who are partying there. Although undeniably young, the crowd here at Tryst and at Wynn Las Vegas in general, is perhaps a couple of years less young and had the appearance at least of being more dignified. This doesn’t mean they weren’t loud, screaming, dancing, and drinking themselves into oblivion, but of all the big nightclubs I went to that night, this is the one that I saw the fewest people getting kicked out of or passed out in the corner.
Cover and drink prices are outrageous of course, but no more so than anywhere else in town. The staff – the bane of my previous visit – was unfailingly polite and not just to me because I was there to review the club. I witnessed one party girl climb up on a leather banquette in her high heels to do a drunken dance. While this would’ve gotten her a lot of trouble in some other clubs I’ve been to, the security guard at Tryst just walked up to her, pointed at her with a meaty finger, and then pointed at the floor. She got down quickly.
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Although it's quite a drive from The Strip (about 15-20 minutes), The Whiskey is a worthwhile cab ride for it's simple but fun atmosphere (including an outdoor area by the pool with lounging beds), cheaper cover and drink prices, and a crowd that's just as fun but usually less obnoxious. More locals than tourists here often.
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Similar in layout and décor to sister club Tryst at Wynn Las Vegas, the massive XS nightclub at Encore is another winner in the crowded Sin City party spot marketplace.
Laid out in concentric semi-circles of booths and tables, all facing a big dance floor in the center, the décor of the place is all dark wood with bursts of gold and pink, which doesn’t really sound all that great on paper but really works here. It’s a luxurious looking space and unlike many other clubs in town, well-lit enough that you can actually see who you are dancing with.
The dance floor has a full wall of windows that opens up onto an even bigger outdoor patio area complete with tables, fire pits, and its own pool. On warm nights this will be one of the best outdoor club areas in town.
Contemporary house, hip-hop, and a few dance-floor favorites from days of yore are all pumped through a state of the art sound system, enhanced by a dizzying array of dance floor lighting and other special effects. You don’t have to make your way to the dance floor to enjoy the grooves – find an open spot and let the spirit move you.
All of the seating (indoor and out) is reserved for bottle service so if you don’t want to pay those kinds of prices be sure to wear shoes that are comfortable enough to allow you to stand for hours.
Speaking of prices, nothing here is cheap, unsurprisingly. Expect at least a $20 cover and drink prices that are significantly higher than what you’ll pay at your neighborhood pub.
The crowd seems to be a comfortable mix of ages and types. Yes, you’ll see lots of party-hearty twenty-somethings but because of the pedigree and cost of the hotel in which it’s located, you will probably also have plenty of people in their thirties and forties enjoying the scene. Regardless of your age, you’ll definitely have to be the type that enjoys the traditional loud-music, high energy dance club vibe – this ain’t no retro lounge place.
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