on January 20, 2011
New York-New York tried to mimic Manhattan. Planet Hollywood borrowed glitz from L.A. But not one hotel reproduced the crisp, midnight sleekness of big city nightlife. Until the Cosmopolitan.From the clean, crystal gleam of The Chandelier to the velvety darkness of Vesper, each of the Cosmopolitan's five bars offers up a facet of city nightlife. Their restaurants run the gamut as well. There's street food at China Poblano, burgers at Holsteins, tapas at Jaleo, and elegant Italian at Scarpetta. Follow a certain secret hallway and you can even find a pizzeria--complete with vintage pinball.A word of warning: If you've ever lived in an actual city, these rooms may upset you. My Terrace One-Bedroom dwarfed my San Francisco apartment to such a humiliating degree that I nearly ran to the work desk and wrote a "Dear Landlord" letter. Not only was it larger, cleaner, and newer than my place, but it came with a massive Japanese soaking tub that put my claw-foot to shame. It was a vicious struggle not to spend my entire vacation bathing, and I very nearly lost. The entirety of Vegas just steps away, and I very nearly lost.If there's one thing I would change about the Cosmopolitan, it would be the pillows. By the time I'd lugged the last one off the bed (there were about 15 of them), I was actually sweating. Sweating! Thank god there was a soaking tub to rinse off in.
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