Delilah

Delilah is the supper club the rest of the country keeps trying to copy — h.wood Group's 1950s-Vegas fantasia at Wynn, where a live band and torch singers work the stage, dancers cross between courses, and the occasional unannounced set (Bieber, 50 Cent, Fogerty have all materialized) turns dinner into an event. It has now taken Best Supper Club honors four years running.

The food holds its end: the Chicken Tenders and Caviar is the flex order of the city, the Beef Wellington for two ($185) anchors the mains, and steaks run $55-89 before add-ons. Budget $150-250 a head — more with the Saturday Bubble Brunch (from $150) that joined the lineup. The room enforces its mythology: elegant dress required, phones down — photography and video are genuinely policed — and tables carry a two-hour arc.

Getting in is the sport: the booking window opens roughly 30 days out on SevenRooms and evaporates at release. The civilian route is the Little Bubble Bar — walk-in, stage view, full glamour, none of the calendar warfare. It's loud, it's dark, it's expensive; it is also the single most transporting dinner on the Strip.