Following Rao's, we saunter (in this case, "sauntering" is accurate, as Bloody Mary and Chianti move at about one-third the pace of Vodka's preferred walking speed) down to the Aria in order to seek out Sage. As it happens, our intention was to kick off our Vegas trip the night before at Sage's bar, only to discover the place closes at 11:00pm.
|What Place in Vegas Closes at 11:00pm?!|
|Oh, Well, Hello, Friends|
In other words, Sage is just the kind of place we've been looking for.
|In Sum, We Want to Be Around as Few People As Possible|
|This Quadrant System Is So Much Our New Favorite Thing That We Forgot to Take a Picture of It|
|And What Is This Precious Commodity?|
|Now You See It...|
|...Now You See It Ablaze|
|Like There Aren't Already Enough Smokers in Vegas?|
|Of Course, This Is Kind of How Cocktails Work in General|
|Drinks and a Show = Ten Times Better Than Dinner and a Show|
|Pretty in Pink|
|Take Note of the Lack of Plastic Straw|
|Vodka's Big Girl Drink|
|The Strawberry Ice Cubes Are a Nice Touch|
|Give Us a Few Drinks and We'll Be Your Best Friends|
|We're So Agreeable Once Plied with Liquor|
Well, that, and a little peace and quiet never hurt anyone either.
Sage's St. George Vert Absinthe: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate