Came to this swanky place to get a drink before heading off to the club. Also, used that as an excuse to use the finely decorated bathroom. Sometimes my bladder makes the drinking decisions for me.
Ordered a rasberry vodka thingy at the bar and, yes, it was pretty good. Don't take my word for it though. I lost the ability to taste vodka a few months back.
The bartender was friendly and managed to have all the answers to whatever questions we had. As in, "hey, you're closing, you know any restaurants in the Venetian that serve seafood that are open? C'mon, man. We need a lobster fix."