Vegas has a love of themes: in the beginning it embraced its western roots, later Steve Wynn helped disassociate local casinos with the desert locale (resulting in England in the time of King Arthur, Gotham, waterborne Italy), and currently it’s back to the down and dirty (burlesque and ultrabars offering up hot girl-on-girl action in their advertising).
So what better addition than an “ice” themed bar for the desert gaming mecca? Below Zero London is an English drinker’s frozen refuge, and the Icebar Milano has an ice-sculpture version of the Last Supper.
Vegas should have a crystal-clear frozen caddy with showgirls and gangsters floating down a river of vodka.
And let’s hear it for drinking and blogging, ’cause that’s what I’m doing right now.
Neon Poisoning 