No sex (but good music) in the Champagne Cafe
For a while now, the Champagne Cafe has haunted me, always coyly peeking out from the side of an otherwise boring stretch of Maryland Pkwy. I mean to stop in, but never have.
Until today. And a Jack and Coke later boy am I ever glad I did!
I think the best part about it though, is the 24 hour “Happy Hour”.
Once you get a little tipsy, the happiness flows easier in Vegas. I think the Vegas thing that makes me most happy even when I’m not day drinking is something I was reminded of driving home from the Champagne Cafe when I saw this vanity license plate: MOCWBEL. The plate is of course a reference to the SNL “more cowbell” skit and I am of course making reference to the wonderfully wacky wall of Walkin at the new City Center.
There’s not a whole lot to recommend City Center, unless you happen to be a fan of mid-sized American city airports (or exceptionally good pastry, but you can get that at the Bellagio too), but what City Center has that no other place in the whole entire universe has is a whole wall of Schnabel created crazily shellacked Walkin portraits like this one:
I’m not kidding, there’s an entire wall of these things.
Ah Vegas.
Ah Walkin.
More cowbell.
More Jack.
