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| - It bewilders me how this amusingly-punctuated establishment remains staunchly outside the radar of most Vegas visitors. Yes, it's hidden away in the caboose of Cosmopolitan, but the Wicked Spoon buffet is literally right outside, and visitors can't possibly miss seeing the glowing red "Rose.Rabbit.Lie" sign next to the buffet entrance.
Anywho. I've never eaten a single bite here, so I can't riff on the rabbit-sized-portion meme that consistently reappears on R.R.L Yelp reviews. My OCD visiting sequence is as follows: a) arrive right at 6pm, just after the doors open, b) immediately enter the anteroom and hang a left into The Study for cocktails 1 & 2, then c) pop into The Library and grab a cushy barstool at the bar around 7pm, just as the live entertainment kicks off.
Most people who visit R.R.L to dine or to sit at The Library's bar seem to miss The Study, which is a shame. It's a much quieter, more intimate bar that's actually an homage to the adventurous spirit of 19th-century British explorers. Wooden bookshelves display African art and antique knicknacks, and the entire place looks like a study belonging to the guy Timothy Dalton played in Penny Dreadful. The cocktail program here is, in my opinion, second to *none* on the Strip; the drinks are unique, innovative and served in delightfully intricate barware. Come early and grab the dark little alcove booth in the corner if I haven't gotten there first.
But the real magic is in the Library. Bathed in soft purple lights, the sleek, long bar is staffed by knowledgable bartenders nearly (but not quite) on par with The Study's keepers. Bizarrely, the rotating menu of *draft* cocktails (generally mule variants) are quite impressive, as is the set cocktail menu, providing you can read it at all due to the low lights.
If you're very lucky, just as you settle in to your absurdly tall barstool, one of R.R.L.'s resident vocalists will begin belting out "Diamonds Are Forever." Or perhaps someone will start tap dancing through the bar area. Or someone might jump on top of the piano and start break dancing. You're never quite sure what's going to happen here, and I wish I could somehow put the euphoria that this place makes me feel into words. But everything is purple, everything is electric, and everyone is smiling without even trying.
There's a timeless coolness to this place that I think is lacking in Las Vegas. Long after Martin Garrix and Chainsmokers stop appearing on Wynn Social billboards, a stiff drink, a beautiful room, a passionate vocalist and an epic jazz band will still be cool...will *always* be cool.
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