After being stuck on a plane for hours and then being stuck in a check-in line that seemed to last for hours, this man and his lady needed some snacks and a nice drink to make the world seem right. We were able to belly right up to the bar and eat some cheese, some cured pig parts, and a nice tuna tartare. The whiskey selection is just OK, but I was able to find something pretty decent and tossed back a couple while the girl drank mimosas. What guy doesn't feel manly when he's surrounded by beautiful girls, drinking whiskey and listening to a guy with a brilliant white mane playing Celine Dion on a baby grand piano? I wanted to pound on my chest just like Celine while I was sitting there eating my overpriced snacks and drinking halfway decent whiskey.
I hate Vegas, but if I had to go back I'd go to Petrossian Bar.