There’s something intoxicating about a restaurant that knows exactly what it is. Komodo, deep within the glitzy new Fontainebleau Las Vegas, doesn’t whisper its ambitions—it roars. The dining room smolders with crimson lighting and layered textures, a seductive tangle of bamboo columns, velvet banquettes, glowing lanterns, and mirrored illusions. It’s a jungle, yes, but one dressed in designer threads. This is nightlife dining at its most assertive, and behind the theatrics, there’s substance to match.
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by Steven Doyle
