Russian nesting dolls are liars: no matter how deep you go, you never find what you expect to inside Russian women -- vodka. For a more authentic Russian doll, hit Matryoshka
Newly opened on the Strip's south end, this sprawling embassy of besotted culture is a dinner show within a nightclub within a bar, with huge floral murals on the walls and floors, and green, blue, and yellow back-lit spheres brightening up the otherwise chillaxing-in-Moscow, black-and-red color scheme. The focal point's a stage playing host to insanely costumed lounge singers belting out Russian and American pop, backed up by dancers in short-shorts, corsets, and knee-high black boots; elsewhere throughout the space, there'll be DJs spinning house music and go-go dancers who'll inspire you to do a dance others will name the stop-stop. The bartenders are of the flair variety, slinging theme-friendly, diabetes-inducing, cup-within-a-cup drinks like the Bomb Pop (Stoli Razberi & Blue Curacao dropped in lemonade and grenadine) and the Tang Drop (Absolut Mandarin dropped in OJ and Red Bull); bottle service starts at just $80-per for Skyy, but step up to Russia's Seven Samurai for $150 and get a second bottle for just $1 -- a cost-effective way to get Kurosawasted.
As for food, unpronounceably named Lithuanian chef Rima Leonaviciute's firing up pan-Eastern-Euro like cheese-filled, white-wine-steamed "Salmon Cigars" and a pickled-cucumber-stuffed baked filet mignon called "Beef Roulette" -- nesting so unusual you'd think it was a lie, if you hadn't finally found that vodka.