Everybody loves spotting a cameo, from Matt Damon singing "Scotty Doesn't Know" in Eurotrip, to Larry Blackmon singing in the streets for spare change. Word Up! Ironically hoping to be more than that in a basement space that's already seen a pair of brief appearances, Cameo.
Open three nights a week to satisfy all your swank lounge and dance needs, Cam's from the men behind both Mantus in Dallas, and Fort Worth's Vice, and's the latest occupant of a next-to-Neiman's below-ground cave that first had its sway held by Dolce, then Dolce Vendetta, whose departure suggests revenge actually isn't that sweet. Guarded by a wooden door that could've been ripped from medieval times, they're rocking downtown's only small-yet-up-scale dance floor, a 500sqft sunken concrete square sitting under a ceiling decked with hundreds of dangling crystals and a disco ball refracting the lasers that line the edge, and's pumped by super-rare 24kt-plated Technics; decked with exotic wood, gold-plated tile, and mother of pearl detailing, the surrounding jungle includes two bars, a grip of bottle-serviced lounge booths and, most impressively, a VIP area with a petrified-wood-paneled faux fireplace and a plexiglass floor covering an LED-lit water jet pool, so you can walk on water even though you're just the virgin Mary. Tunes're a mash of club/Top 40/hip hop, w/ Fri spun by DJ Rev and Thurs/Sat paced by DJ D-Roz, who's won Big-D's-top-DJ awards two years running; guest DJs'll rock bodies every other Thursday as well, with next week featuring DJ Exodus, who's hopefully good enough to keep the crowd from doing the same.
So you have fun, specialty cocktails are in the works, but currently you can get down with a dozen brews and a booze list that's heavy on scotches, tequila, and vodka, which's sometime made from corn, but doesn't need them to make a comeback.