The Griffin is the perfect spot.. in the winter.. when you've grown your beard.. and you've picked out your favorite lumberjack flannel.. and when you're rockin' the Tims.. and when you're feelin' for some hot buttered rum.. or when your just feeling downright abominable snowmanish! The hipster pub felt lodgy with dark brick decor and firepits. Being that we're in the desert, I just don't see myself coming here in the summertime when the Vegas night breeze feels like a blowdryer to your face.. hence the 3 stars. The crowd was hot, the bartenders were fun, but i don't think i'll be coming back until my Yukon Jack starts to set in and i'm feelin' on huntin' me sum wabbit! See yalls next Christmas!