This is definitely one of the most kitschy-fabulous places to drink in Vegas, dripping with blue and magenta neon, mirrored walls, a firepit where gas flames bubble through too-blue water, gown-wearing waitresses, and fake bougainvillea creeping over every surface. In short, everything you need to make it feel right to be drinking Scorpions at 10am. But the Peppermill is no wannabe Vegas bar – this is the real deal, having cultivated cool since opening in 1972. Hipster locals cried foul when it plastered seemingly every square-inch of its dark, smoky, make-out lounge interior with music-video-playing plasma screens, but we say, bring it on. This is a spot where there is no such thing as excess. It was also one of Sinatra’s favorite late-night hangouts (and was featured in Casino and Showgirls), and it still has a sexy vibe, excellent for illicit canoodling on red banquettes.