Inside Bruno Mars’ ‘No Phones Allowed’ Bar, The Pinky Ring: Where Lowkey And High End Collide
A few steps into The Pinky Ring, nestled inside The Bellagio Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, and you can immediately feel it—a shift in energy, a sense that you’ve entered somewhere off the radar. The 14 Grammys lining the club’s entry tunnel certainly set the tone for the night, but this isn’t your typical VIP club or flashy celebrity hangout. Bruno Mars, known for his genre-bending tunes and effortless style, has reimagined the exclusive bar concept, creating a space that’s fresh, personal, and undeniably enigmatic.
The Pinky Ring isn’t just another hangout—it’s a statement. A statement that says, “If you’re here, you’re not just a guest; you’re part of the vibe.” The space is as lowkey as it is high end, decorated with a curated mix of vintage and modern elements that would have any design enthusiast’s head on a swivel. The kind of place where the velvet ropes might as well be invisible, because once you step inside, you already know: You’re in on something special.
Mars, who’s built his empire on making the unapproachable feel effortless, brings that same philosophy to The Pinky Ring. There are no garish signs or Instagram influencers posing with cocktails in the background—because at The Pinky Ring, phones are strictly off-limits. That’s right, no phones allowed—an almost unheard-of rule in a world obsessed with documenting every moment. The ban isn’t about being elusive; it’s about creating an atmosphere where the focus isn’t on what’s happening online, but what’s happening right here, right now.
This no-phone policy isn’t just for show. It’s a testament to Mars’ desire to recreate an old school sense of exclusivity, where the experience is rooted in real connection, conversation, and presence. Picture yourself lounging at a low-lit corner table, the soulful sounds of O.M.A, a UK-based house band for the night, filling the background. With nothing but a well-crafted cocktail and an engaging conversation ahead, it’s a throwback to a time when a night out didn’t come with an urgent need to share it with the world, but rather, to simply enjoy it in the moment.
Word on the street is that Mars himself makes the occasional surprise appearance, and when he does, it’s nothing short of magic. But don’t expect a big fanfare or a scheduled show. Instead, he’ll slip onto the stage with his band for an exclusive set, playing a few of his hits in a setting that feels like a private concert for just a handful of lucky guests. It’s the kind of moment that feels personal and unplanned, as if Mars is sharing his music with you in the most effortless and genuine way possible—leaving the audience with the feeling that they’ve just experienced something truly special and spontaneous.
So why the secrecy? Why the no-phone rule, the exclusivity, the quiet luxury of it all? It all comes down to one thing: Mars has mastered the art of creating an experience that feels like a secret worth keeping. The Pinky Ring isn’t about being seen—it’s about being part of something distinct, where time slows down and you’re reminded that the best moments are often the ones you don’t share with anyone else except the people sitting right next to you.
