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| - I'm a jaded nightclub vet so let me set a few things straight. I HATE bottle service at any establishment with the exception of wine and champagne. I am not an elitest and don't like the pick and choose method of admittance because you never reallly know who someone is....and I don't pay cover. So that being said...here goes.
We were afforded the courtesy of a guest list. I am not 20ish so I did not have on my tricking threads but dressed appropriate for a night in the club. We were greeted and welcomed quite warmly, even kind of nicely. We were directed to a reserved table and greased accordingly (tis the Vegas way) The dj was tearing it up, although no Frankie Knuckles house on fire mixing, it was palatable, a little to mashy for me and a little heavy on the hip hop but I digress.
We had exceptional service, not really from our waitress who seemed to be working on a husband deal next to us but from our "server assistant". I called them bussers in my day but our guy was el fuego. On point and two steps ahead of the game, refreshing our ice, clearing debris, freshening our glasses and basically keeping it tidy. Danny/Jose? Don't know but if it wasn't for him, this probably would've been scathing. Prices were over the top for a city built on the 99 cent buffet and free flowing cocktails for the gamblers, but nothing I haven't seen in NY or Chicago.
Crowd was diverse, lots of flavor and lots of stories that def should stay in Vegas.
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