Knowing Vegas: Why isn’t the Strip in Las Vegas?

If you go to school at University of Nevada, Las Vegas, fly into McCarran International Airport or party on the Las Vegas Strip, you’re technically not in Las Vegas — you’re in Clark County.

More specifically, you’re probably in Paradise, Nev., an unincorporated town, or census-designated place. If you didn’t know that, it’s okay, not many people do. Even Paradise ZIP codes have Las Vegas addresses.

Think of it this way: If you live outside the city, you have to deal with the county, the state and the nation. If you live within the city, you can add that layer in, too.

One of the most important cards in the deck was taxes, and the county played it back when the valley was first trying to organize itself. Many of the major casinos in the 1950s were built just outside of Las Vegas in county territory — in part to avoid municipal taxes and fees, according to UNLV professor and historian Michael Green.

The City of Las Vegas tried to annex the Strip, and to avoid annexation, Green said, the casinos supported legislation to create unincorporated townships. First it was Paradise, then Winchester, then Spring Valley and so on.

Under the new legislation, Paradise could have become Las Vegas with a vote of the people, but it’s remained an unincorporated township. Gus Greenbaum, who helped run the Flamingo after Bugsy Siegel died, was then called the “unofficial mayor of Paradise,” Green said.

There weren’t many efforts to join the county and City of Las Vegas after that.

“Casino owners made their feelings clear,” Green said.

If you’re wondering about boundaries now, Paradise ends at Sahara Avenue to the north, Decatur Boulevard to the west, as far east as Nellis Boulevard and as far south as Cactus Avenue.

The area covers the airport, Sunset Park, most of the Las Vegas Strip, the Las Vegas Convention Center and UNLV.

Saying these borders really matter to the layman, however, would be misleading. If you get a ticket in Paradise, you can’t argue your way out of court with that excuse — “metropolitan” refers to the whole area, not just the City of Las Vegas.

Metro became the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department after the Las Vegas Police Department and the Clark County Sheriff’s Office consolidated their efforts in 1973, Green said.

Oh, and the iconic “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign is also (technically) not in Las Vegas — it’s about four miles south.

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Vegas’s Phenomenal Izakaya Raku Is Expanding to Los Angeles

 Aburiya Raku, Las Vegas

Taking over the defunct Yabu on La Cienega, AburiyaRaku sent out a teaser today to their newsletter fans that they are expanding a location to Los Angeles. For anyone who’s been to Raku in Las Vegas’s Chinatown, it’s arguably the best place to eat in Sin City, with acclaim from bothcritics and chefs.

With late night service that extends until 3 a.m. on the weekends, Raku is also a popular spot for creative izakaya fare, with everything from foie gras chawanmushi, kobe beef tendon kushiyaki, expertly grilled yakitori, and what might be the best house-made agadashi tofu ever.

A perennial fixture of Eater Vegas’s Essential 38, this is a major get for Los Angeles, which already has a very strong izakaya scene. Though places like Kinjiro in Little Tokyo currently lead the pack in the city of Angels, the proximity to nightlife in West Hollywood just might put Raku at the top of the heap once it opens.

The original Vegas spot, located in the back of a Strip mall, is one of the toughest tables to land in town, with reservations that extend beyond midnight (who needs to do that in L.A.?) Though the Vegas locale has 48 seats, the former Yabu on La Cienega looks roughly the same size, which might make getting a reservation here just as difficult.

There’s no projected opening date, though with a built out restaurant already in place, it shouldn’t be longer than a few months before Angelenos get to enjoy some of the best Japanese pub fare in America. Raku also has a fantastic dessert tasting spot a few doors down from its original Vegas strip mall location. Here’s to hoping L.A. can land one of those as well.


Las Vegas, Quebec City groups submit applications for NHL expansion

By Chris Peters | Hockey Writer
July 20, 2015 6:09 pm ET

Las Vegas is one step closer to getting an NHL team. (USATSI)
Las Vegas is one step closer to getting an NHL team. 

There was plenty of interest in NHL expansion from prospective ownership groups in cities around the United States and Canada, but it is believed only two groups were serious enough to submit an official application. Prospective ownership groups in Las Vegas and Quebec City confirmed that they’ve submitted bids Monday before the 5 p.m. ET deadline. That deadline was set as part of the NHL’s first phase of their formal expansion process.

Ownership groups reportedly had to first submit their application by Monday, while also paying $10 million, $2 million of which is non-refundable. That fee existed to help separate the serious bidders from the pretenders in the application process.

None of the three known groups interested in bringing a team to Seattle submitted a bid. The last hope was Connecticut-based businessman Ray Bartoszek, who had a proposal to build an NHL-caliber arena in the Seattle suburb of Tukwila. That group finally confirmed that it had not submitted an application for expansion despite reported communication with the NHL.

There are no plans for the league to grant an extension for their deadline, however, according to Frank Seravalli of It appears Seattle’s hopes of attracting an expansion team are dashed, though there’s the potential for relocation somewhere down the line.

The league is currently only in the exploration stages of expansion. The application process was held to get a better idea of which markets truly serious about acquiring teams. NHL commissioner Gary Bettman has repeatedly said that opening this process does not guarantee the league will expand.

Now it appears the NHL may only have two options if it wants to expand by 2017-18. In addition to Seattle, there were groups with designs on bringing a second team to the Toronto area.

Las Vegas Hockey Vision, the group led by Bill Foley that includes the Maloof family, formally submitted a bid, according to Scott Burnside of Foley filed the application under the name “Black Knight Sports and Entertainment LLC,” according to Burnside. Black Knights is one of the team names Foley had floated when he started doing his rounds with media.

Quebecor, a Canadian telecommunications company that also owns TVA Sports — the NHL rights holder for French-language TV — among other holdings, also confirmed it has formally submitted a bid. The company also specifically noted that their aim is to bring the Quebec Nordiques back to the city. The Nordiques, of course, moved to Denver ahead of the 1995-96 season and are now known as the Colorado Avalanche. So it would be a new franchise, though naming the team the Nordiques appears to be the plan.

Both Las Vegas and Quebec City were viewed as the most likely options for expansion because of the presence of NHL-ready facilities. A Las Vegas NHL team would play in the new arena being built by AEG and MGM Resorts on the Las Vegas Strip. It is expected to be able to hold about 18,000 spectators for hockey.

Quebec City’s Videotron Centre was recently completed and will be able to hold 18,000-plus spectators for hockey. It is already slated to be the home of the QMJHL’s Quebec Remparts, but was built for the specific purpose of bringing an NHL team back to the city despite no guarantees from the league.

The NHL believes it can charge new ownership groups expansion fees around $500 million. That money would be spread out around other member clubs, which is why there is particular eagerness to expand. The NHL has not set limits or minimums for expansion, so there is no guarantee that either or both markets will end up with NHL franchises, but this is a big first step.

The NHL perhaps had expected more action during this application process, but even getting two viable markets still provides the opportunity for expansion fees around $1 billion. That’s awfully enticing. Still, both markets and ownership groups have to prove themselves in this next phase of the process.

Quebec City, having lost the Nordiques 20 years ago, has the benefit of a dormant built-in fanbase. They only need to look west at the Winnipeg Jets and their success since the Atlanta Thrashers moved to the Manitoba city not quite 20 years after initially leaving to become the Phoenix Coyotes. The Jets have been a huge success in Winnipeg.

Vegas is the great unknown, which may be why it is such an intriguing market for the NHL. Considering there are no other major professional sports teams in the city, this uncharted territory is a high-risk, high-reward proposition. Seems appropriate.

Foley got permission from the NHL to run a season ticket drive, which started in February. To date, around 13,000 commitments have reportedly been made to purchase season tickets for a Las Vegas NHL team. That’s a pretty solid number considering people were forking out down payments for a team that doesn’t yet exist.

In addition to the short-term financial windfall expansion would bring, it won’t mean much without long-term viability for both franchises. That’s no guarantee for either market, though both look especially promising.

There are a number of other issues to sort through. The league is currently imbalanced between its two conferences, with 16 teams in the Eastern Conference and 14 in the West. Quebec City definitely doesn’t help conference symmetry, but Bettman has stated in the past that symmetry would not preclude expansion to eastern markets. Still, it’s something that will have to be addressed, perhaps in the form of yet another realignment.

Regardless of the outcome, even the possibility of expansion presents excitement. The chances of seeing two new teams — one in a completely new market and one returning to an old, long suffering one — the expansion draft and everything else that this kind of thing brings, these are interesting times for the NHL and its fans.


Steve Wynn to celebrate 100th birthday of the late Frank Sinatra in Las Vegas


Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. and Frank Sinatra are reunited at the Oakland Coliseum during their 29-city tour March 14, 1988, in Oakland, Calif.

Monday, June 8, 2015 | 2:32 p.m.

Hotel tycoon Steve Wynn is lining up an all-star entertainment cast for his planned, ambitious 100th birthday salute to the late Frank Sinatra this winter.

I’ve learned that there will be an A-List lineup of VIPs and celebrities for a two-hour concert at Steve’s Encore Theater in Wynn Las Vegas in December. Celebrities will reprise Frank’s hits and recount stories of the actor-singer who sold more than 150 million records.

Steve has made a deal with CBS to air the Dec. 12 event, which would mark the 100th anniversary of Frank’s birth in Hoboken, N.J. “Old Blue Eyes” died May 14, 1998, at age 82.

Las Vegas was Frank’s favorite playground and, with The Rat Pack, he made numerous residency appearances here. His children, Nancy, Tina and Frank Jr., gave permission for Steve to open the Italian restaurant Sinatra at Encore, the only one in the world. It will play host to the stars with a weeklong celebration of special lunches and dinners.

British photographer Terry O’Neill, who has a gallery at SLS Las Vegas featuring photos of the superstar, wants every hotel on the Strip to wrap building exteriors with photos of Frank the week of the celebrations.

Meantime, Steve flew to Kazakhstan a week ago to meet with President Nursultan Nazarbayev to explore hotel development and tourism in the country.

The government there recently announced that major plans are underway for casino development, as the central hub Almaty region airport is a five-hour plane ride for half of the world’s population.

The government’s official website reported that Steve and the president discussed possible co-operation on joint projects. The 11,000 hectares of land proposed for the international tourist zone would be on the shores of Lake Kapchagay.

MSNBC financial journalist James Cramer has speculated in recent days that Steve’s hotel group might be involved in a takeover bid with MGM Resorts or neighbor Sheldon Adelson’s Venetian and Palazzo.

Robin Leach of “Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous” fame has been a journalist for more than 50 years and has spent the past 15 years giving readers the inside scoop on Las Vegas, the world’s premier platinum playground.


I learned a lot about dad-bros after spending 4 days in Vegas with 2,000 hedge funders

Wall Street is a land of dad-bros, so, naturally, when you attend the Wall Street conference of the year in Las Vegas, as I did last week, you’re not partying with Leonardo DiCaprio in a double-breasted suit.

You’re hanging with guys who wear suits to pool parties when their wives forget to pack their Vineyard Vines trunks. You’re partying with 2,000 guys who just discovered the solid-colored pocket square.

The dad-bro, from Urban Dictionary:

Common activities include: gym workouts with his son and friends, boating, mainstream sports, watching pay-per-view mixed martial arts, pool parties, chilling at the beach, attending major sporting events with his son, friends and their girlfriends.

That’s all good fun, so obviously dad-bros are not boring. It’s just that they have their limitations and, as you’ll find out soon, worries. Let’s get to the former first.


I ran into my friend at a penthouse cocktail party at the Cosmopolitan Hotel. The kind of apartment the Rat Pack probably thought would be hovering above Vegas in some kind of spaceship by the year 2015. It’s not. But it is built high enough to allow its occupants to stare down at the rest of the city’s neon nature with superiority, and that’s all you need.

It’s the kind of cocktail party you go to at SALT, the biggest hedge-fund conference.

Between shaken martinis and charcuterie, my friend, a Wall Streeter himself, of course, told me a solid dad-bro story. He said that a bunch of guys had been at the strip club the night before, probably Spearmint Rhino, because that’s where the ballers go.


One in the group, my friend said, fell asleep at the club. SALT, after all, is an exhausting four days of meetings all day and parties all night, in the name of networking. If you’re not careful, if you don’t pace yourself, you let the Vegas take you, and you’re down for the count on day two, as the subject of this anecdote clearly was.

So our subject’s friends, noting that he wasn’t enjoying the strip-club experience as he should, decided to buy him a lap dance. But the warmth of a nearby body pulsing to whatever EDM revulsion was likely playing couldn’t wake the sleeping hedge-fund suit. He was out, SALT’d, perhaps incurably.


For the past seven years, each May, Wall Street’s hedge-fund community heads to Vegas to meet, listen to leaders, gossip, party, and learn. This year, the SkyBridge Alternatives Conference, or SALT, played host to Sir Richard Branson, former US Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, Gen. David Petraeus, Michael J. Fox, OneRepublic (which gave a private concert), and about 2,000 dad-bros and dad-bros-to-be.

These dad-bros are guys who went crazy at the OneRepublic concert once they realized they’d heard the band’s music on commercials or in the car when they take their kids to camp. Dad-bros have great jobs and hobbies and quite wisely take opportunities away from their families to do what dad-bros do — drink Scotch, play blackjack, and bop their heads to bad EDM at clubs that they can later brag to their kids about getting into.

Dad-bros, after all, are still quite cool.

At SALT, these dad-bros talk about what dad-bros talk about — everything they’re scared of. Forget the night. That is what the day is for.

A nice, bright luncheon

The Bellagio, where the conference is held, is filled with sunlit rooms and restaurants once you escape the darkness of the casino floor. On the first day, Morgan Stanley held a private luncheon at the hotel. Attendees were treated with wine, cod, beef, asparagus, a beautiful view of the Bellagio fountain, and a lovely chat about everything they should fear.

  • There was Putin and China and Iran.
  • The possibility of another market crash — one in which stocks and bonds would join hands and jump into hell together.
  • And there was Hillary. In fact, 2016 in general. Wall Street doesn’t seem to know what to make of her. It’s just clear they want her to stay close to her husband and away from Elizabeth Warren.

At the end of a talk like this, attendees will walk up to speakers and ask two questions: How worried should I be? And when? More than anything, dad-bros hate uncertainty. Remember that.

They hate it so much that they were waiting outside the SALT greenroom for Condoleezza Rice to come out, holding baseballs for her to sign. She made them feel certain at her off-the-record talk with former Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel (who signed a baseball, by the way), and these guys like people who make them feel certain.

Now, this kind of talk isn’t meant to work attendees up into a frenzy. It’s meant to help dad-bros manage risk — risk to their families and their businesses, their houses in the Hamptons and their kids’ private schools — things the financial crisis threatened to disrupt. Destruction, at least their kind, was so close they could taste it, and they all remember the taste.

Dad bro Dad bro, broing at the Aria pool party.A dad-bro at the Aria.

Dad bods

Not that you would know it from the scene at an Aria Hotel pool party. Vineyard Vines were on, loafers were out, dad-bros were dancing to Pit Bull.

Still every now and then you get little reminders — aside from the outfits — that the dad-bro radar is on.

For example, another friend of mine introduced me quickly to one of his colleagues (a younger one) and then promptly guided me away by the elbow.

“Spend 15 minutes with him, and you’ll want to take a shower,” my dad-bro host told me. Fair enough. Good looking out.

This concern for the well-being of those in their care is likely what made one Clemson student, Mackenzie Pearson, write about the dad bod with reverence. Dad-bros have dad bods, and increasingly, according to Pearson’s piece, it’s OK for young frat boys to have them too. I couldn’t agree less, but her piece went viral.

“The dad bod is a nice balance between a beer gut and working out. The dad bod says, ‘I go to the gym occasionally, but I also drink heavily on the weekends and enjoy eating eight slices of pizza at a time.’ It’s not an overweight guy, but it isn’t one with washboard abs, either,” she wrote.

The piece prompted an immediate backlash. Time called it a “sexist atrocity” (OK, that’s a lot). Total Frat Move, a publication I can turn to only for subjects like this one, wrote that though the dad bod isn’t for everyone, it tells you that someone is keenly aware the life is short.

“A little paunch is the sign of a guy who has interests and life goals, a man with a sense of casual purpose. You want to be around people who know that a life of effort is rewarding, but keeps a keen sense that death is inevitable. The Dad Body is the physical manifestation of ‘well-adjusted,’ at least in theory,” wrote TFM.

That keen sense of death’s presence is pretty clear on Wall Street. Bond billionaire Bill Gross, 70, wrote about death in one of his recent notes to investors.

“I have a sense of an ending,” he wrote. “Death frightens me.”

The workaround

There are ways to cheat death. Blackstone founder Steve Schwarzman has been on a tear putting his name on building after building, making himself immortal. He just donated $150 million to put his name on a building at his alma mater, Yale. There’s also Blackstone Tower in Chicago and the Schwarzman Building at the New York Public Library, to name two. Hopefully, Schwarzman now fears death less than someone who has simply donated a park bench to Rutgers.

SALT attendees were reminded of this fear mid-lecture. During the third day’s session, a number of star hedge-fund managers were giving out stock picks. Just as billionaire investor Leon Cooperman was clearing his throat and getting ready to dive in, there was a sound. An indescribable sound. The sound of someone stopping in midway through a loud, guttural cry.

And then there was a thud.

“Should I continue,” Cooperman asked as the crowd hushed. To SALT’s credit, the man was scooped up in no time. Anthony Scaramucci, the conference’s chairman and CEO of its host investment firm SkyBridge Capital, came out to calm the crowd and get the session back on track. Time was put back on the clock.

The session continued after 15 minutes of shock. Afterward, we heard that the man who had collapsed had had a seizure; worst yet, we heard he was young. In his 30s. Not even a dad-bro. A dad-bro-to-be. Others said he was in his late 40s or early 50s. Still scary. That could’ve been anyone.

swimming pool bellagioJoseph Sohm / Shutterstock.comThe pool at the Bellagio. Not exactly a raging day party.

SALT and conferences like it are meant to mitigate problems surrounding uncertainty. Those who play the markets have a keen awareness that there are major forces affecting their lives that are out of control. This has always been a strange contradiction. The Masters of the Universe, as Tom Wolfe called Wall Street in the ’80s, could be more aware of their powerlessness than the rest of us — it’s just that they only talk about it among themselves. Otherwise, how would they lead?

On the final day of the conference, the normally hot, bright Vegas sun was clouded over. Outside it was chilly and rainy, a rare occurrence. The dad-bros stayed inside, and the closing pool party wasn’t the Southampton backyard barbecue it was the year before.

Who can ever be certain how things will turn out?

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MAXIM MAN: Spearmint Rhino The reigning king of Las Vegas topless temples

The 3 Las Vegas Strip Clubs Worth Your Time (and Money)

They call it ‘The Strip’ for a reason. That reason has nothing to do with exotic dancers, but here you go anyway.

MAXIM MAN  |  November 21, 2014By MAXIM STAFF

Spearmint Rhino 
The reigning king of Las Vegas topless temples is a perfectly appropriate place to bring an adventurous lady friend for late-night cocktails and lap dances. The 24-hour hotspot’s “Rhino Entertainers” are an impressive group who give good dance, which is presumably why the place has been named “Gentlemen’s Club of the Year” for the past 10 years. Also, this club’s only-in-Vegas happy “hour” lasts from 6 a.m. until 7 p.m., with drinks running just $4. Don’t forget to tip your dancer.



It’s considered the default afterhours plan after partying at clubs on the Strip; it’s got a happy hour that stretches from 6 a.m. to 7 p.m. every day; and it’s got an insanely high ratio of women to men. In a town bursting with strip clubs, our readers had no problem picking the top spot. 3340 S. Highland Drive, 702-796-3600. 24/7.