Silver Stamp forever
The deceptively straightforward Fingers drinking guide to Las Vegas
Editor’s note: In what seems to be a recurring (and unwelcome) theme here at HQ, most of my day was devoured by car trouble. So in lieu of a standard edition I’m publishing another installment of a new paid-only feature I’ve been dabbling with. Hope you enjoy! Normal programming resumes with Sunday’s Fingers Weekender for paying subscribers.—Dave.
The Little Vegas Chapel is located directly across the street from The Silver Stamp in Vegas’ Arts District, a cluster of low-slung city blocks north of The Strip’s shiniest casinos. Two middle-aged women were standing out front when we rolled up, and a little boy dressed in a shiny wedding vest. Mazel tov, we told them. They stared at us sullenly. Maybe they could tell that we weren’t Jewish. Or maybe they were actually getting divorced? Hard to say, really. Anyway my point is that if you find yourself headed to The Silver Stamp any time soon, reader, consider minding your own business, matrimonially speaking.
This past week, Fingers HQ pulled up stakes in balmy Virginia and headed west to soak in the dry heat and glittering hedonism of Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ve been to the city probably half a dozen times over the years, mostly for “boys’ trip”/bachelor party-type outings, but this time, we were visiting some relatives that live within city limits but a world away from The Strip. We mostly stayed away from the mayhem, but on Friday we spent all day and most of the evening casino-hopping from The Bellagio on The Strip’s southerly end up to Binion’s. We ate, we drank, we gambled a bit. It was fun!
Truthfully, I don’t have a ton of drinking recommendations from Vegas, because I’ve done most of my drinking there on casino floors, and I wouldn’t recommend that to my worst enemy. Speaking of things I wouldn’t recommend, on this trip we also we went to Real Housewives of Beverly Hills housewife Lisa Vanderpump’s bar in Caesar’s Palace, which was extremely overpriced considering a) it’s within eyeshot of an Enterprise Rent-a-Car desk, and b) you will be breathed upon by no less than 2.5 #bridetribes per $22 cocktail. That one will not be added to the Fingers Know-It-When-You-See-It Drinking Guide (KIWYSIDG), folks. But there are two non-nightmare spots in particular that will. Onward!