All's Well At The Cromwell

During my recent stay on the Strip, I found a 20-cent slot ticket for The Cromwell in the elevator on my way down. So off to The Cromwell it was. The ghost of the Barbary Coast, which formerly stood in The Cromwell's place, looms large over the casino, which is all red velvet drapes, red leather panels, and red chandeliers, with slinky cocktail waitresses winding their way through. Superstar chef Giada Di Laurentiis is opening her restaurant Giada here, while on the rooftop is the next big thing in nightlife (and daylife), afterhours impresario Victor Drai's namesake poolside club festooned with palm trees. I have what may be an invitation to an event there later in the week, so perhaps I'll be able to report back my findings. In any event, Drai will never have to worry anymore that his legacy will be the Weekend at Bernie's movies.