The 55th floor of the Palms is haunted.

Again.

Thankfully.

Welcome back Ghostbar, a newly re-fancified version of that off-Strip stalwart with the killer views, soft-opening tonight.

But before you return to its friendly elevated breezes, let’s take a look at what’s changed. And what’s still great.

Something called a That’s What She Said.
It’s a drink. On the new cocktail menu. It’s got coconut vodka, a Spanish liqueur, mango juice, lemon juice and ginger beer. Which... you’ll be sending to others with your compliments.

The spectacular 55th-floor view of the Strip.
We regret to inform you that they’ve done nothing to update this. It’s still just as glorious as ever. Only now the balcony has an extra bar and some lush greenery in which to mingle with on-vacation-rules-having strangers. If it ain’t broke, and all that.

A more... chandeliered experience.
Remember all those white chandeliers and regal purple accents and fireplace-surrounding black sofas? No, of course you don’t. That’s because they’re all new. They make the place look like a swinging London living room that Jimi Hendrix would’ve hung out in.

The man was an excellent judge of living rooms.