Of all the ridiculous and sublime ways to spend $100 in this town, your greatest ROI has to be at Cabanas for a Cause at the Palms, where on Mondays a C-note will get you a poolside cabana for the day, with all proceeds going to charity—potentially evening out your vice/charity scale just a bit.
Swimming under the cloak of night normally means more martinis, fewer inhibitions and a vigilant avoidance of swimwear. We’re not saying you can be enticed to skinny-dip at the Sunday night-swimming parties at XS—finally back for the season with a grand opening party Memorial Day weekend—but then again, we’re sure stranger things have happened.
Going from Nobu’s tuna tacos to Dos Caminos carnitas tacos to, say, Gilley’s pork green chili sounds indulgent, and it is. Add upwards of 70 other food and beverage purveyors, a champagne cocktail and the Pools at the Palazzo, and you’re going in on the culinary hedonism that is the Epicurean Affair.
Boozy brunches have gotten you into some aggressive situations, but never has a Bloody Mary cart—driven to your table, no less—led to a threesome of eggs on biscuits with BBQ pork and jalapeño hollandaise. It’s good to spice things up.
You never choose between surf and turf—in fact, you’d take your red meat and shellfish slathered in duck liver. So a dry-aged filet mignon burger with rounds of lobster tail, fontina and foie gras butter might as well be your brainchild. Oh, and there are truffle fries.
