Lavo

What is it?

A relatively small, often overwhelming nightclub that is at the bottom of my list of Vegas nightclubs I want to visit.

Where is it?

At Palazzo on the Center Strip.

What kind of crowd does it draw?

Mostly tourist and, on the night I visited, a little intimidating.

What are the prices like?

No more expensive than most of the nightclubs in this town but even if it were cheaper I wouldn’t recommend it.

When is the best time to go?

As far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

Why should I go here?

As far as I’m concerned, you shouldn’t.

What else do I need to know?

Be prepared for a complete a total lack of personal space.

What’s the bottom line?

If this Low Down hasn’t concerned you enough, read the full review below.

I’m going to keep this one short and simple because I don’t want to be mean. Actually I do but I will allow my better nature to take over and try to keep the snarky comments about this nightclub at Palazzo to a minimum.

There is absolutely nothing about this club that I could find to recommend. It’s located above a restaurant, which means several flights of tricky stairs to get to it unless you can fake a limp and/or charm your way into the elevator.

Once inside, the relatively small room is basically a bar area and a dance floor with some VIP booths and tables scattered about. Taking up every single square inch of space (at least on the night I visited) was a human being. I will set aside my concerns about things like capacity limits and simply say that there were entirely too many people in the place and it felt less like a nightclub and more like Thunderdome, where your only mission is just to make it out alive.

I stepped inside and was literally swept into a line of people, pressed into someone front and back and continually pushed, poked, and prodded in less than enjoyable ways. Having no choice but to go with the proverbial flow, I suddenly found myself by the service area and had to get a big, burly security guard to help make a path back to the exit.

The crowd – what I could see of it in the blur of humanity – was not exactly what you might call high end. I’ll let you have your own interpretation of what that means, sort of like the finale of “Lost.”

At last count there were roughly eight and a half billion nightclubs in Las Vegas (give or take a billion) so you have many, much better choices than this one.