But no matter how late you stay out—and whatever unhinged, limo-hailing, lion-taming shenanigans you engage in along the way—at some point you're going to have to call it a night.
And on your way back, you're going to need a drink.
Welcome to Mandarin Bar, a curiously elegant oasis of quiet sophistication, conveniently located 23 stories above the Strip, open now.
Consider this your go-to spot for those times when you (and any new friends you've met along the way) want a quick nightcap or just a drink, and you're looking for a little class in that drink. (Class mixes well with vodka.)
So instead of the less savory aspects of your typical Sin City hotel bar—call girls, hustlers, South Dakotans wearing fanny packs (not that there's anything wrong with any of that)—you'll find a well-heeled, good-looking crowd with a fondness for finger food. Later on, when things get more crowded and younger, you might just spot a celeb chef from out of town (which explains why you just heard someone shout, "Bam!"), along with a few local notables ("Siegfried, meet Céline...").
And we understand if it's late and you're bleary-eyed, but be sure to direct your guest's gaze to the breathtaking view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Nothing says romance like an Eiffel Tower replica.