Palms - Las Vegas
| So youve partied hard at the Hard Rock and Rio? Spent way too much time (and money) at Mandalay Bay? Are sick of those singing gondoliers at the Venetian? Well, Vegas visitors have a new, trendy and decidedly luxurious casino/resort to explore: the Palms Casino Resort.
Opened since November 2001 and located right across from the Rio off the Strip, the Palms is taking on the established hip destinations in town with a style all its own. First off, its truly a boutique hotel (only 447 guestrooms and suites compared with thousands at most Vegas behemoths) and it uses its smaller size to its advantage.. The owner of the hotel (famed Vegas entrepreneur George Maloof) spared no expensive in designing and building some of the most comfortable suites in Vegas. The standard rooms are quite large and equipped with every modern feature (high speed internet access, etc.), and the furnishings are pleasantly understated (no annoying chintz anywhere). Ive slept in many so-called luxury beds, but none was as sinfully comfortable as the Frette-sheet lined, plush beds found in every room at the Palms.
Gamblers will enjoy the easy-to-navigate gaming floor and non-gamblers will love the multiplex movie theaters and excellent food court. The Palms really shines though with its wide variety of restaurants. Nine, the Chicago Steakhouse (Michael Jordans favorite watering hole), has lots none of its gourmet appeal in its Vegas outpost (try the filet mignon or lobster), and Little Buddha Café (sister of the famed Paris restaurant) offers dramatic décor to complement a delicious array of pan-Asian food. After an exhausting day of gambling and gourmet food, the Palms three-story, 18,000 square foot Spa beckoned. The fitness facilities are first-rate, and the main workout area looks out on the soon-to-be completed pool area (an outdoor club called Skin will open in May, featuring women dancing on platforms and mermaids swimming in glass tanks). After my workout, I gave myself up to an utterly blissful 1 hour Stone Therapy Massage. If you have time, also try the Spas signature Capsule Treatments, a unique, all-over body experience that envelops you in moisturizers while you lie in a space-like capsule.
But for those who come to Vegas to party (basically everyone!), the Palms really earns its status as a hip destination with two unique bars/clubs. On the top floor of the hotel, reached only be high-speed elevator, is GhostBar, one of the hottest nightclubs in the country right now. With the same type of dramatic view as youd find at Hollywoods 360, GhostBar makes you forget L.A. with a commanding view of the Strip from twenty-foot glass windows and takes your breath away with a outdoor platform with a commanding view of the Strip (heres where being off Strip has its benefits!). You can even test your mettle by standing on top of a clear glass floor panel that looks down all the way to the parking lot below! That night, there were quite a few fun gay groups enjoying the view and partying hard. On the main floor of the Palms is the 3-story nightclub called Rain, a funky, gigantic dance space highlighted by barely-clad dancers who strut their stuff on top of platforms, just feet from the falling waterfalls and thrilling fire shows. The night I went to Rain to party, I thought I was tired and ended up staying up until 3AM dancing the night away (guess this is what Vegas, and the Palms, are all about) with an attractive crowd of guys and gals.
The Palms is exactly what young, trend-conscious people want from a Vegas getaway: reasonable yet luxurious accommodations, delectable meals, and funky, fun entertainment choices. And most important, the Palms has nailed whats the hardest thing to achieve in a resort young or old: a hip, cool vibe that would make Brad or Julia (or any other Hollywood hipster, gay or straight) feel right at home.
The Palms is located off the Strip at
4321 W. Flamingo Road
Phone: (866) 942-7777
Deluxe guestrooms start at $89.00
Junior suites start at $169.00
Visit www.thepalmslasvegas.com for more information.
Article by Stan Wu