There’s a new lobby bar at the Cromwell. And it’s better than most lobby bars. That’s because they’ve got an Italian master mixologist named Salvatore Calabrese and other lobby bars don’t. He’ll be making things like gin breakfast martinis with orange marmalade. Pretty sure a marmalade cocktail just happened.
Speaking of lobby bars, remember the one at Caesars? Yeah, neither do we. It’s fine, though, because now everything’s new in there. Like, really new. Which means the following: more Roman statue silhouettes, more gold leather club chairs, more 24-hour whiskey cocktails. That last part seems important.
Drone bottle service. It was only a matter of time. And now, it’s officially a thing at Marquee Dayclub. For a mere $20,000, you can have champagne magnums dropped off at your poolside cabana by a flying robot that simultaneously snaps photos of you and your friends. Drones are thoughtful like that.
Pizza and beer. That’s pretty much what you’re signing up for when you hit this cavernous new brick-lined joint at the Linq. Grab a marble table and order wood-fired pies topped with things like prosciutto cotto and sottocenere truffle cheese. You already know how beer works.
A magic dragon named Piff and his chihuahua walk into a room. They invite you and 29 other guests over for a midnight show and a breakfast feast of gougères with truffle mornay, oysters and chalices of “chocolate milk” with vodka and mole bitters. Oh, right. There’s no punch line.
