Las Vegas is all about numbers, or at least it should have been, considering you'd need mathematical genius Charlie Eppes to actually calculate the number of strippers/ call girls/ waitresses improbably killed at the Montecito. For a number so delicious even NBC and CBS can't cancel it, hit 35 Steaks + Martinis. Taking over the Rare120 space and apparently subtracting 85, the new steakstination's loaded with Hard Rock-worthy touches like white-shell wall sconces, B&W photography, and custom chandeliers & shelving covered in chrome, which shockingly isn't found on the Windows. The menu doesn't mess around, with apps like Boursin- and whole artichoke-spiked spinach & tomato dip, surf & turf skewers, and Kobe beef carpaccio preceding heaping helpings of day boat scallops w/ coconut-scented potato puree, Togarashi-spiced seared tuna, and double-cut, Colorado-sourced "long bone" lamb, famous for the 1950s ode to bedroom boasting, "60 Minute Lamb". Sorry, you wanted to hear about the steak? Paired with sauces from chimichurri to Bearnaise, 35-day dry-aged Midwestern black Angus gets turned into Kansas City strips, porterhouses, prime ribs, and for-two Tomahawk Chops, though those Brave enough can order it for one. Of course there're plenty of brews and wines, but as Martini's in the name, you should throw back variations from the vodka/ lime juice/ basil Spicy Serrano, to the Absolut Vanilia/ Kahlua/ other girly chick stuff Dirty Girl Scout, which you no longer have to go to the Montecito to kill.