Las Vegas Weekly

This will look good on the mantle

Illustration: Dan Sipple

I raised my eyebrows when the name quickly changed from “ND’s Fuego” to “ND’s the Club.” The lack of restrooms or a packed dance floor also concerned me. A hodgepodge of go-go costumes, including dorsal fins, zombie nurses and a ribbon dancer straight out of 1980-something, prompted me to bet a co-worker ND’s wouldn’t last until the end of summer.

Text messages Friday night confirmed the club was all but finished while Nadia Ali was still onstage. Yet, it’s always fun to have a souvenir from a venue about to shutter the doors. A few glasses of wine and peer pressure made me decide that, instead of stopping by ND’s logo-laden shop on the way out, a votive holder from an empty VIP table was the perfect memento. Maybe I’ll give it to a former employee whose paycheck bounced so he or she isn’t left completely empty-handed.