Spiegelworld

Imagine if a bunch of whacked out hippies went to burning man and figured they should do a performance. Now imagine they came to New York and never sobered up.
This show is an attempt to put on a circus style cabaret that just doesn’t have any cohesion. There is no story line to think of. The performers are very obviously not top of their fields. And it just isn’t fun.

A Burning Man theme camp set up in the outdoor plaza in front of Caesars Palace — finally! I can’t imagine who approved this at Caesars corporate (maybe someone who was paying attention to the scene at the Cosmopolitan)…but it’s freaking AWESOME!
Imagine if the guy who decorated all the TGIFriday’s interiors ate a pound of mushrooms and went to town: the place is strewn with old junk and bric-​à-​brac like church pews, pub benches, sawed-​off bathtubs, mirrors, empty frames, old signs, Christmas lights, etc. Tables and chairs of various types are scattered about on the Astroturf, and there are a few carnival games to play. The bar is fairly well stocked, and it’s a great place to sit outdoors in the twilight and enjoy the warm weather and neon lights all around you. Drink prices are on par with what you’d pay inside Caesars (i.e. expensive), but this place is totally worth it!
The centerpiece of Spiegelworld is the Spiegeltent, an antique Belgian circus tent trucked over from Europe that houses the show Absinthe (a great show; see my review to find out why). Tickets to the show start at $ 69, but anyone can wander into the Spiegelworld beer garden and hang out for free.
If you DO go to the show, spring for VIP tickets, because VIP allows you access into the freaky little VIP annex which is carpeted in blue Astroturf and full of blue hammocks and creepy old blue dentist chairs. The only way to get in is through a green phone booth — you pick up the receiver and a gatekeeper lets you in through the secret door. FUN!
This is already my favorite bar in all of Vegas — and that’s saying a LOT! I was there for the Absinthe opening night gala, and it was sick — they had a DJ spinning on top of this weird crows’-nest-type lookout-​tower thing in the middle of the garden, and they let in all those freaks who dress up in costume and haunt the Boulevard to hustle for tips. IT WAS GREAT! I hope they make this a regular thing, and it becomes an open-​air nightclub for the bizarre crowd. It’s about time we had our own spot, dammit!