I always enjoy a trip to the Peppermill because, in the era of "Blush," and "Pure," this place is like a time capsule of swank. If you can get a seat fireside, then you have arrived. This last trip, we lucked out and scored a seat right by the fire pit, which is a rarity. The drinks are good (I had the Cherry Bomb) and the help is OK. There was a creepy manager, all of 20 years old with a neck tattoo, but that was the only downside. Plush red wraparound booth seating and dim lighting...go there to relax away from the hustling Vegas crowd.