The only way I can describe my experience here is strange. Really, really, strange.\n\nEveryone in the hotel seemed confused about how to get to the lounge (about as confused as I was as to what the theme of this hotel was supposed to be). We waited in a line to get to the top which was the wrong line, and then finally stumbled into the correct elevator of doom. It felt a little like a horror movie. I couldn't understand what the man working the elevator was saying other than something about how it was \"windy tonight\" right before we were going up 107 floors. Awesome.\n\nI was so happy to make it to the top. Really. I was seeing my life flash before me. The view is absolutely stunning, probably the most fantastic view of the strip. Unfortunately, once you see the view and take a seat, the strange-ness continues. It took way too long for a cocktail server to notice us, and then she explained the happy hour menu in the most confusing way possible: two for one martinis, but we could split the two for one, but if we did that, we'd have to do the same flavor, like he'd get two of one flavor, and I'd get two of one flavor, and the confusing explanation went on and on, and I was quite relieved to see the couple sitting next to us looked equally perplexed. After no one came back for our order, we moved to the bar, where a bartender who seemed very confused in general, not just about the menu, took our order. He mixed a box juice martini in front of us, spilling the extras, and then realizing he had only made half a martini each, refilled his drink mixer with soda water, pouring it into our glass after shaking it a minute. \n\nA happy hour appetizer that we ordered came out about 1/2 hour to 45 minutes later. It was supposed to be a fondue, but it really tasted like microwave tomato sauce and stale garlic bread.\n\nSo we took the elevator back down and I was even more scared this time because there were more people, and I thought it was going to turn into one of those single location thrillers on an elevator where everyone in the elevator is trying to guess who the killer is.