THE
NIGHTCAP
This is it. The moment you've been waiting for -
the cultured, yet wholly hedonistic abandon for which
Vegas is known worldwide. Loosen your ties, girls,
and tell your vain bastard of a boyfriend to run to
the bathroom and take off his hose -- because you
crazy kids are going to Venus.
Vegas' newest bar and nightspot is rooted in enough
tradition to fool you into thinking it's been in business
30 years - longer than the hotel that houses it, the
Venetian,
which has been around for scarcely two years. A smart
combination of a traditional tiki bar and Sin City
lounge, Venus pulls out all the stops: burlesque dancers,
jazz and swing bands, exotic cocktails served in tiki
mugs and festooned with tiny paper umbrellas. You
may stagger in to find the Pontani Sisters dancing
a hula, or Art Vargas, The Nines or Monty Banks kicking
out the jams. Whatever the case, it doesn't get any
more old school Vegas than this.
And that's your night, cats and kittens. You've had
a traditional Vegas meal, a classic Vegas show and
enough cocktails to flatten a platoon. You're more
than ready to take your date in hand and go forth
into the real Vegas, find an intimate corner of one
of the less crowded casinos - and lose your shirt
and pants at the blackjack table, revealing your good
underwear to the world. Koo-koo!
Geoff Carter has Tourists for Breakfast every Wednesday,
using all fresh ingredients. Send bribes, complaints
and entreaties to Geoff.Carter@vegas.com.
