Las Vegas Getaway: Downtown Cocktail Room...or, Don't Lose Your Debit Card in Sin City

Downtown Cocktail Room
111 Las Vegas Blvd S
Las Vegas, NV 89101
(702) 300-6268
www.downtownlv.net


Located in downtown Las Vegas near the auspicious Glitter Gulch, Binion's (where someone at the cash cage allowed a nefarious criminal to get cash from my debit card without an ID & the cops are coming for you, BTW, so start job hunting), adjacent to all the old school Vegas signs and beneath the new school obnoxious (IMO) light and music show overhead, you will find the Downtown Cocktail Room.

Right there at the corner of Las Vegas Blvd and Fremont Street, close to the corner of sleazy and shady, is this beautiful cocktail lounge where they make the best drinks in town. Hands down, this is my favorite bar in the city.

Their cocktails are made with large format cubes cube-master Michel Dozois of Church & State would be proud to call his own. A handsome loquacious bartender hand chipped from a giant cube ice to make my cocktail Achille's heel, a lychee martini. It was beautiful. Although they do kinda gotta fix the A/C at the Downtown. My friends were immediately impatient in the slightly balmy temperature and left sans moi to hang close by at the Vegas outpost of Atwater Village's The Griffin. They left there almost immediately as well, but sometimes in life one is a passenger. I enjoyed my damn lychee martini, despite it all.

I love the lights of downtown, reminding us of Las Vegas pre-super casino. Downtown used to hold a definite romance for me. There's a strong chance that the theft of my money at cash window without my ID has marred some of that. But I have to give credit where credit is due. I dropped my debit card. A dishonest person picked it up. Someone not doing their job gave that dishonest person my cash without checking to make sure that dishonest person was not me.


And it could have happened anywhere in Vegas. Criminals are everywhere. I should have been more careful with my debit card. I don't even have being drunk as an excuse. I was dead sober. Kinda.