Vegas can take you around the world in a single day, from Paris, to New York, to Venice, to the wonderful land where people thought Slots-a-Fun was a great pun, and were right. Now giving you a world tour of tapas, Johnny Smalls
Named after the marijuana/tobacco cigarette, Smalls makes you feel like you've smoked a few with wild "Dali-esque" decor: psychedelic murals on the walls of men, mushrooms, and monkeys, wooden chairs that look like hands, and stained glass lighting helping you read a pan-earth not-so-big-plates menu boasting Spanish tapas, Asian dim sum, Italian antipasti, Mediterranean mezze, Indian thali, Mexican antojitos, and classic American starters, who're still the best way to build a rotation, those Japanese guys are just too unpredictable. The gorging commences with "Stuff on Sticks" like Meaty Balls (ground Kobe, veal, and pork, with Tuscany gravy), "Slider Duos" like the Cuban Reuben (pretzel roll, corned beef, ham, pancetta), and "Special Stuff" like crispy pork belly with Wild Blossom Honey, smoked sea salt, and potato chips, plus fried alligator bites with a Fat Tire batter and "Smack Ya' Mamma" remoulade (note: use sparingly if you want good Christmas presents). Further fattening's accomplished via "Pizza & Flatbreads" like the flat iron steak/Tuscan sauce/goat cheese/crispy onion Meat Lovers, Lobster Taquitos with spicy mango & sweet guava Sriracha, the "Avocado Bliss" (tempura avocado, ponzu & blood orange, thai chili dipping sauce & wasabi aioli), and the soft bread/kafta/cucumber/tomato Mad Pita, which unlike the It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Pita, doesn't exclusively star people whose names only your dad knows
In lieu of the place's namesake, get buzzed off 20+ beers or cocktails like the Uno Mas (Patron, Triple Sec, OJ, splash of grenadine) and the creme de banana/Malibu/coconut nectar/pineapple juice/shaved Ghirardelli chocolate "Arrested Development", from the awful land where people think they made great music, and were not right.