There are two ways to do a guys’ weekend at The Palazzo Las Vegas. The right way... and the really right way. Below, a handy guide to the perfect Palazzo getaway. The research for this one was just grueling.
Great drive/flight. Quicker than you remember. Time to check into your room. Wait, sorry, did we say room? We meant suite. Because every room here is a suite. Which means every room here has a fully furnished living room, a jet bathtub and three flat-screens. Sounds like you’ll manage.
Legs stretched. Bearings acquired. Time to head downstairs to mingle with the crowd at LAVO. Have a Montenegro Mule and a leather armchair. It’s like being in Bruce Wayne’s study. But with slightly better whiskey.
Between your time at LAVO, that poolside cabana session and your now historic rally at the tables, your party’s acquired a few new members. Nice. You should invite them to join you for dinner. Now to some hard choices. Bouchon’s oysters? Pizza by Mario Batali? Wolfgang Puck’s ribeyes? Right, all of the above.
That charming stranger from earlier: now they want martinis. And you’re happy to oblige. So you make plans to link up at The Label, an elegant Rat Pack–y lounge with live music and, yes, one hell of a dirty martini.
How does one follow up a night like that? Easy. Start with a hangover brunch of coffee and waffles at Yardbird, followed by hot stones and a deep-tissue rubdown at the Canyon Ranch SpaClub. You’re never leaving...
