This review is for the nightclub only. \nI'm a little biased, because Marquee was the first nightclub I ever went to. With stars in my eyes and blisters the size of marbles on my toes, I looked around in awe at what remains, in my eyes, as one of the best nightclubs in Vegas. \nIt has an intimate feel, with so much to look at that you'll be dazzled. There's an upper platform above the stage where dancers strut their stuff, and an upper level of tables as well. Confetti rains, world-class DJs give Saudi princes birthday shout-outs: the usual Vegas glitz and glamour. But Marquee feels classy, despite all the gritty glitter. It smells nice, for god's sake. Everything is so well-executed that you lose yourself inside Marquee until you stumble out at 5 AM, shocking a family on their way to a sunrise tour of Hoover Dam (hypothetically, of course).