At a Glance
What is it?
One of the biggest nightclubs in town where absolutely everyone wants to go.
Where is it?
At Caesars Palace on the Center Strip.
What kind of crowd does it draw?
Everyone. Every single human being in Las Vegas, all of them young and pretty, is in the club at the same time, or at least that’s what it feels like.
What are the prices like?
Very high. Figure $30 to get in on a normal night and more than that if one of the big time DJs is spinning.
When is the best time to go?
If you want anything even remotely resembling personal space, go early and leave early or try it on something other than a Friday or Saturday night.
Why should I go here?
Because it’s the hottest club in town right now and that matters to you.
What else do I need to know?
There are actually multiple clubs in the facility and all of them are packed to the rafters with people.
What’s the bottom line?
Exhausting, but perfect for those who think a nightclub should be that way.
My experience of visiting Omnia at Caesars Palace is a blur. Part of that is me, I’m sure, since I’m way past the age where a Las Vegas mega-club on a Friday night is high on my list of things to do, but the majority of it is because this is the kind of place that is designed to bludgeon the senses. It’s huge, loud, boldly visual, and insanely popular, which results in a fundamental inability, at least for me, to be able to do anything other than feel completely overwhelmed.
This replacement for the former mega-club Pure is even more mega than that one was. It took over not only the space occupied by that club but also the old poker room for a grand total of more than 75,000 square feet.
The main room is a massive airplane hangar of a space with multiple bars, a dance floor bigger than most people’s entire houses, and a design scheme that is meant to evoke a European theater with opera box style balconies ringing the party pit. A veritable Times Square of lights, sound, special effects (fog, etc.), and create a constant cacophony, all revolving around the centerpiece, a 22,000 pound waterfall crystal chandelier and light ring sculpture above the center of the dance floor. It moves up and down and pulses with not only its own energy but the absorbed energy of everything going on around it.
A second club within the club called the Heart of Omnia is smaller than the main room but that’s like saying a battleship is smaller than an aircraft carrier – it’s bigger than a lot of other full nightclubs in town. It has its own dance floor, bottle service tables, bars, and a separate sound and lighting system so the music here is different than in the main room.
But wait, we’re not done! There’s a third club, of sorts, in the form of an outdoor veranda overlooking The Strip. There is no formal dance floor but it has its own DJ, cabanas, and more.
Now, take all that and add in every single person in Las Vegas under the age of 25 in the club at the same time, which seemed to be the case on the night I visited. That’s an exaggeration, of course, but I am serious when I say there was not one single square inch of space in the entire club that was not occupied by a human being. Everyone was packed in there so tightly that getting from one side of the room to the other or to the separate club spaces probably should require a helmet and a protective cup. I was in the club for about an hour and most of that was spent trying to navigate through the sea of humanity around the various rooms. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to – there was no room to stand still anywhere. The dance floor was literally wall-to-wall people so there wasn’t dancing as much as this big blob of humanity vaguely moving in time to the music. I didn’t even try to get to the one of the bars to get a drink – there was a mob 20 people deep at every one of them.
If I had made it, I would have found typically high drink prices, with a standard cocktail probably running you in the neighborhood of $20 once you add in tax and tip.
Every employee of the place that I saw looked miserable except for the DJs and the bottle service waitresses once they had actually gotten to the tables. One poor guy was tasked with trying to clean up the inevitable spills and he had to have two musclebound security guys with him who had to shove people out of the way just to give him the space to do his job. I wanted to give him a hug.
I worked in nightclubs for a long time as a bouncer, a bartender, and a DJ and I still enjoy going out to them on occasion – I had a great time at clubs like Drai’s and Light – but I freely admit that I am not the target demo for a place like Omnia. I really don’t understand how anyone could enjoy the sardines-in-a-can effect of having that many people in a really loud, chaotic space but everyone I saw seemed to be having a grand time. Alcohol probably had a lot to do with that. Add in some booze and subtract about 500 people and it starts to make a little more sense to me because the club itself is gorgeous, high-tech, and built for a party.
Those of you who want the hottest scene and the craziest party and don’t mind that you’re going to be sharing that experience with every single person in the entire world at the same time should absolutely put Omnia on your must-do list. Everyone else may want to find another place for their nightlife adventures.