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| - If you crossed Elvis Presley, Liberace, Rembrandt, Ian Schrager, and Pam Anderson, and delivered the baby in a Beatnick hospital with Gothic nurses, you'd give birth to the Artisan Hotel (oh... and I'm only rating the lobby and bar lounge, and not the sleeping quarters).
As I understand it, this is one of Vegas' best kept secrets, and now I understand why. Sexy... with an almost intellectual charm to it, this is truly an establishment that lives up to its 'Artisan' namesake. There is no pretentious arrogance to this place that you'd find at Bar Noir or Prive, and is just very..... sexy... not trashy..... but sexy... (and is even better after a couple hits of weed)...
If you needed a perfect synonym for "hip"... this place is it.
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