V Bar

Review

Most clubs in Vegas spin the same Top 40 jams that the club across the street plays. After a few stops over the weekend you can almost predict when Kayne West's "Gold Digger" will come on and when you'll hear rains of "Shots" by LMFAO and Lil Jon.

That kind of music is great for the people who don't hit the clubs often, but for those looking for a little more diversity it's hard to listen to multimillionaires talk about how expensive insurance is on a Ferrari 200 times a night.

So, you may ask, how do we mix this up a bit? Well, how about a little old-school hip-hop in a club that features the kind of crowd that knows the lyrics to every Run DMC and Dr. Dre song?

V Bar inside the Venetian will remind you of those old-school dance parties where if you weren't on your feet dancing, it's because you were in a wheelchair. People danced everywhere, the dance floor, the walkways, on the furniture, whatever.

Now that doesn't mean that V Bar is just for "old" people or it doesn't blend in some Top 40. V Bar is not your see-and-be-seen club, it's a club in its purest form. You came to a club to dance and meet new people? Done. Looking for a low cover charge or bottle service on the cheap? Done.

The cover is usually just $15 and bottle service starts out at $200. And think of it this way, with your own table you'll have more places to dance on.

During the day V Bar serves as, well, a bar. It's located next to the Blue Man Group Theatre and is a good stopping point either before or after the show. If you're not going to the show, it's a little harder to find because the aura that is Tao and Lavo are on either side of it at the ends of the Venetian and Palazzo, respectfully.

It's hidden behind a metallic looking wall with nothing but a large "V" visible from the outside. Perhaps V Bar's anonymity is the reason why Las Vegas Weekly named it Best Escape in its 2010 Best of Las Vegas issue.

Or perhaps it's because at V Bar it takes you back to where the artists were rapping about cars we can actually afford like Nissans and Jeeps, while the crowd just enjoyed the music. Either way, isn't it time for an escape?    

-- Review by Justin Lawson