From Neon Boneyard to Omega Mart: Las Vegas At Its Weirdest Best

The Wizard of Oz at the Sphere in Las Vegas as seen from the High Roller. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Where Vintage Neon Meets Modern Magic

I’ve been to Las Vegas more times than I can count, but this trip wasn’t about chasing the familiar. It was about rediscovering the city – peeling back the neon, nostalgia, and nonstop noise to find the places and experiences that still pulse with authenticity.

I wanted to see what Vegas feels like when you slow down just enough to savor it. And to my surprise, the city met me exactly where I was.

Exterior view of the Circa Resort & Casino, an adults-only property. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

My home base was Circa Resort & Casino, a gleaming adults‑only newcomer anchoring the historic Fremont district. Circa is modern, bold, and unapologetically confident – the kind of place that feels like it’s rewriting downtown’s future one LED panel at a time.

It’s also refreshingly accessible, with thoughtful accommodations for guests with disabilities woven seamlessly into the design. That matters. It signals a Vegas that’s evolving, widening its welcome, and recognizing that glamour doesn’t have to exclude comfort.

The 25-foot neon kicking cowgirl Vegas Vickie was an iconic neon sign that used to hang above Fremont Street in 2017. Nowadays, it’s a feature in the lobby of the Circa Resort & Casino. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

But the moment that truly hooked me was meeting Las Vegas Vickie – the iconic neon cowgirl who once winked over Fremont Street and now glows proudly in the center of Circa’s casino. She’s tall, bright, and full of attitude, a reminder of the city’s quirky past and its love affair with neon. I stood there longer than I expected, watching people pose with her, laugh with her, remember her.

She’s more than a sign. She’s a symbol of old Vegas grit wrapped in new Vegas shine.

And on Friday night, from my 32nd‑floor room, I watched fireworks burst over the city  – a regular Fremont Street attraction that felt like Vegas was putting on a private show just for me. Neon below, fireworks above, and Circa right in the middle of it all.

Where I Ate: A Delicious Reconsideration

I didn’t come to Vegas to chase every celebrity chef or every over‑the‑top tasting menu. I came to eat food that felt memorable – dishes that lingered long after the last bite.

Alexxa’s restaurant entrance sign at the Paris. This is where great food is combined with views of the Las Vegas Strip and the Bellagio. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Alexxa’s at Paris

My first stop was Alexxa’s, where Italian elegance meets Strip spectacle. I sat with a ringside view of the Bellagio Fountains, watching water leap and pirouette while balloon bread arrived at my table like a whimsical edible centerpiece.

Executive Chef Jennifer Landry at Alexxa’s and the author’s husband, Weninger. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

But what truly elevates Alexxa’s is Executive Chef Jennifer Landry, whose New Orleans roots infuse the restaurant’s modern American and Italian‑influenced menu with warmth, depth, and personality. Under her guidance, Alexxa’s has evolved into an immensely popular dining destination – a place where people come for conversation, observation, and great drinks as much as for the food.

Short rib entree at Alexxa’s Paris. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Her spinach artichoke dish is hands‑down the best version I’ve ever tasted: creamy, bright, and unforgettable. The Short Rib dish is also not to miss – rich, tender, and layered with soulful flavor that reflects Landry’s heritage and her knack for elevating comfort classics. It’s the kind of entrée that anchors the table, invites sharing, and makes you want to linger just a little longer to savor every bite.

The Beast at AREA15

Lunch took me to The Beast inside AREA15’s Main Bunker – a place that feels part futuristic warehouse, part immersive art installation. The food mirrors the space: comfort classics with bold, inventive twists.

The salads are enormous, practically architectural, and absolutely meant for sharing. Eating here feels like participating in Vegas’s creative evolution –  playful, unexpected, and full of personality.

The indoor Grand Canal complete with gondolas and singers is an iconic draw at the Venetian Hotel on the strip. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Gjelina at The Venetian

Dinner at Gjelina was a masterclass in farm‑to‑table excellence. This acclaimed restaurant brings vibrant, produce‑forward dishes to the heart of the Strip, and every plate tastes like it was crafted at peak season.

The heirloom tomato dish was so fresh and layered that it felt like summer distilled onto a plate. And the sticky toffee pudding? A warm, decadent finale that should be illegal. Gjelina is the kind of place that reminds you Vegas isn’t just about indulgence; it’s about quality, craft, and flavor.

8 East at Circa

Back at Circa, I found myself at 8 East, where metropolitan Asian street‑market flavors come alive in small plates designed for tasting and sharing. It’s casual, energetic, and perfect for nights when you want variety without committing to a single dish. Every bite felt like a little passport stamp.

What I Did: Rediscovering Vegas Through Experiences

I didn’t try to do everything. I chose experiences that felt meaningful and that helped me reconsider what Vegas is and what it can be.

The High Roller is a 550-foot tall observation ferris wheel that offers 360-degree views of the Strip, the Sphere, and the surrounding mountains. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

High Roller at The LINQ Promenade

Soaring 550 feet above the Strip on the largest observation wheel in North America, the High Roller offers a slow, cinematic rotation that reveals Vegas from a new angle. The 360‑degree views stretch from the mountains to the neon‑soaked heart of the city. It’s peaceful, surprisingly so, and a reminder that Vegas is more than its ground‑level chaos.

View of Las Vegas from the Observation Deck of the Strat Tower. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

The STRAT Tower

At 1,149 feet, The STRAT’s observation deck is the tallest freestanding tower in the United States. Standing up there feels like hovering over the desert itself. The city looks small, almost delicate, from that height. And for the brave, SkyJump offers a controlled leap that looks wild even from the safety of the deck. I didn’t jump, but watching others take that plunge was thrill enough.

Meow Wolf’s Las Vegas Omega Mart is an interactive art installation with optical illusions, hidden passages, and plenty of neon lights. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Omega Mart at AREA15

If The Beast fed my appetite, Omega Mart fed my imagination. This immersive art experience is quirky, provocative, and mind‑bending in all the best ways. It looks like a supermarket at first — aisles of bizarre products, impossible packaging, and tongue‑in‑cheek branding. But step through the right door, crawl through the right tunnel, or push past the right freezer case, and you tumble into a labyrinth of surreal rooms, neon portals, and narrative threads that twist reality.

Omega Mart is part art installation, part playground, part social commentary – and it’s fun for all ages. It’s the kind of place where you wander, laugh, question everything, and leave feeling like your brain just did yoga.

Lapis Spa & Wellness sign at the Fontainebleau on the strip. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Fontainebleau’s Lapis Spa & Wellness

If Circa grounded me in downtown’s energy, Lapis Spa & Wellness at Fontainebleau transported me somewhere else entirely. This award‑winning sanctuary is reportedly the largest spa in Las Vegas, and it feels like stepping into a world built purely for restoration.

Hydrotherapy pools bubble quietly. Tibetan salt rooms glow softly. Snow rooms send a chill through the air like a winter whisper. Aromatherapy rooms wrap you in scent and calm. Cold plunge pools shock the system awake, while hot tubs melt tension away.

I booked the signature 50‑minute Odyssey Massage, and it unraveled every knot I didn’t know I had. The therapist worked with intuitive precision, blending techniques that felt both grounding and transformative. When I left, I felt taller, lighter, and more present. Lapis isn’t just a spa – it’s a reset button disguised as luxury.

The iconic neon duck at the Neon Museum is an 18-foot restored sign from the Ugly Duckling Car Sales that once stood at East Fremont Street. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

The Neon Museum

If the spa restored my body, the Neon Museum restored my sense of Vegas history. This nonprofit organization founded in 1996 preserves the city’s most iconic art form: neon. The exhibition space, known as the Neon Boneyard, houses more than 200 signs – each one a relic of a bygone era. Walking through feels like flipping through Vegas’s scrapbook, page by glowing page.

Neon is more than decoration here. It’s storytelling. It’s identity. It’s the language Vegas used to announce itself to the world. These signs once lit up casinos, motels, lounges, and landmarks. They witnessed weddings, wins, losses, and late‑night adventures. Some are faded, some restored, all unforgettable.

Standing among them, I felt connected to the city’s past in a way I never had before. This quirky art form defines old Las Vegas – bold, brash, and full of personality. It’s a reminder that the city’s history isn’t tucked away in museums behind glass. It’s glowing right in front of you.

Entrance sign to Container Park, a new offbeat shopping center built from shipping containers. Includes restaurants, bars, galleries, courtyard, and playground. Photo by Karin Leperi Pezo.

Downtown Container Park

This open‑air shopping center is a burst of creativity – boutique shops, quick gourmet bites, and live entertainment all tucked into repurposed shipping containers. Kids climb through the Treehouse while adults enjoy gourmet bites at Downtown Terrace, a breezy spot perfect for people‑watching and soaking in the neighborhood’s quirky charm.

Mystère by Cirque du Soleil

Mystère is timeless, and its appeal lies in how effortlessly it blends artistry, athleticism, humor, and heart. The show doesn’t rely on spectacle alone; it taps into something primal and universal. The acrobatics defy gravity, the choreography feels mythic, and the characters move with a dreamlike logic that pulls you in whether you’re a first‑timer or a lifelong fan.

Mystère endures because it captures the essence of Cirque du Soleil: wonder, whimsy, and the thrill of witnessing human bodies do the impossible. It’s the kind of show that reminds you why Cirque became a global phenomenon – and why some classics never fade.

Final Thoughts Vegas didn’t just meet expectations – it rewrote them. Circa grounded me in the city’s evolving downtown heartbeat, while each meal and activity layered on a new perspective. This wasn’t the Vegas of clichés and overdone itineraries. This was Las Vegas reconsidered – vibrant, delicious, daring, and absolutely worth the return trip.

Check out our other stories on Las Vegas:

Escape the Strip: 2 Lesser-Known Las Vegas Sites

Going to Las Vegas? Three ‘Not-to-Miss’ Shows While in Town

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Karin Leperi Pezo is a freelance travel writer and photographer who has traveled to 125 countries. Her published bylines and images have won many awards, both domestic and international. Areas of special interest are culture, cuisine, and cruising along with nature, wildlife, and adventure. She divides her time between Iquitos, Peru and Las Vegas, Nevada.

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