Owl's atmosphere is for anyone who doesn't enjoy Las Vegas fluff.
Beef burgers blended with lamb, crispy and light fried pickles, and chicken that's as tender as a high school virgin's delicate sensibilty satiate the ravenous, tattooed clientele at OWL. A mixture of Alice in Chains and pre-prohibition cocktails make for the kind of place that you want to bring your former rock and roll groupie mom for Mother's day.
Everything here is either locally sourced or of the highest quality, and with the owner Stephan behind the wood slangin' the drinks himself, I'd come back here eight days a week when I'm looking for the comfort of my teenage year's nostalgic insecurity.
A true dive-bar classic combined with adult culinary maturity.