I'm going to try and piece together what I remember about this place and why it is worth going back.
The strip and dumb dumb show gets old when you go to Vegas regularly. All the tourists are running amok, scrounging for cheap hookups, free deals, bad blow, and complaining about waiting in line or how expensive bottle service is. The whole circus gets intolerable unless you're 23 and fueled by hormones and/or some narcotic.
Off the strip is a tiny oasis of intoxicating pleasure called Frankie's. We ended up there after dinner and this dim, cozy lounge was exactly what we had all been looking for. The drinks are tropical and potency is measured by skulls. The more skulls there are, the more trouble you are asking for. Bartenders are friendly and it won't break the bank. This place can either be the launching pad for a long night of shenanigans, or the place you all meet after to piece together where the night went wrong.