Before he took possession of the bar his father opened in 1938, Lou Cappazolli was a musician, a fixture in Vegas during that town's golden age. He's transported the mood of that era to Ray's, a place where every man — if only for a night — can will himself into a chain-smoking, liquor-swilling, joke-peddling member of his own personal Rat Pack. It is, among other things, a home to old men and young men who think they’re old men. Your laugh is your calling card. But it's truly defined by the sign that hangs behind its reed-thin bartenders: "Good times, good drinks, good friends." Open Mon.-Sat., 7 a.m.-2 a.m.; Sun., 11 a.m.-2 a.m.

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