My girlfriends and I made this bar our second home during last weekend's birthday rockstar happy time trip to Vegas. Bartender Drew adored us and we attracted what we called the United Nations of Hotness both nights -- Swedes, Brits, and the ubiquitous American d-bag.
It's not trendy, it's not hip, and the warbling singer dude tends to ruin whatever atmosphere there is. But there's lots of seats and the slots and tables are just a few steps away. I love you, Extra Lounge!
The only thing wrong with this place are the drink prices. I couldn't bear to look at the tabs, so I just charged it to my room. And I still haven't looked at that bill...