Caesars Palace has no shortage of excellent dining and drinking venues. A recent walk-through drove that point home. So I suppose it’s entitled to have a turkey amidst the cornucopia and Fizz is it. We visited last week and will probably never cross its threshold. So let’s see what the problems are. One is a claustrophobic space. Paradoxically, the heavy use of mirrors only reinforces the feeling of being squeezed in, rather than
alleviating it. Thunderous “house” music makes conversation an impossibility (they could replace the D.J. with a pile driver and get much the same effect). The design scheme is heavy on chrome, glass and nylon, while most of the artwork on display is from the Late Pimp ‘n’ Ho School. The drinks are hyper-sweet and cheap-tasting, adding to the feeling that one has wandered into a hip-hop video by mistake. There’s a clientele for Fizz, probably one that’s underserved in Las Vegas. That doesn’t make it a pleasant experience, however. The opening was heavy on middle-aged white folks, all looking very much out of place. I think Caesars has a different customer base in mind for Fizz.
