The air is festive on the outdoor terrace of LPM, the swanky Mediterranean-vibed restaurant continents away from the ripe gold lemons and plump olives of the Côte d’Azur. At The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas’ newest foodie destination, the Strip’s glowing football field-sized billboards blast a rainbow of colors onto our thinly-sliced beef tartare and sizzling escargot; the place feels decidedly otherworldly.
Then comes the airstrike: the incoming screaming electrified V6 of a Formula One car at full gallop. Everyone dining pauses