The doorman is pleasant, the entrance is almost completely invisible until you're right in front of it, the drinks are poured well and the bartenders are hot.
And that's just the first ten minutes.
The aesthetic of the bar is one part dungeon, one part rustic and a healthy dose of trendsetting chic. This is one of the only bars I've found in Vegas that manages to be comfortable and dangerously sleek at the same time. The jukebox is stocked with a large enough variety to keep everyone happy, the staff is on the ball and the seating is just shy enough of plentiful to allow for new connections to be made.
Two large fireplaces set in the center of the room develop the dungeon-esque ambiance, while the deep earth tones and modern styling make it the perfect spot for intimate conversation.
The Griffin is located conveniently downtown off of Fremont, but far enough away from the garish glow of the Fremont Street Experience to keep the bulk of fanny pack clad tourists out. The average patron at the Griffin can range anywhere from Vegas entertainment veterans, to local college students.