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If you’re on lockdown, might as well have some locktails. Here’s our tip sheet on the art of domestic drinking.
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It’s fall, that season of crackly, tumbling leaves, spiced cider, decorative gourds, toe socks, glum intimations of mortality and all that other fun fall stuff we never get to experience as citizens of the Desert Perpetual. Our decidedly Vegas consolation: seasonal cocktails.
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The moment of the adult milkshake has passed, sure, but its existence remains of interest to someone like me, who, purely hypothetically, might pull into The Cosmo one heat-spiking afternoon in a car with no A/C and lumber into the casino
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If we had trees in Las Vegas, and those trees had leaves, and those leaves turned gold and orange and red, and those golds and oranges and reds carpeted your lawn in a soft/crunchy matrix of invitation to leisurely autumnal frolic, and you waded in among them, enjoying the whisper, crunch and rattle of the leaves, their scent of earthen secrets unlocked ... yeah, that might approximate the flavor of The Daily at StripSteak.
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Vegas icons from Sinatra to Zsa Zsa all had their signature, go-to cocktails. Here’s how to catch a bit of their buzz.