A Japanese Listening Lounge from Another Dimension
Hidden in the heart of downtown Las Vegas, Pachi-Pachi is a portal to the in-between — where future-tech hums beneath overgrown neon vines, vintage TVs flicker with static and sacred symbols, and electricity pulses toward a glowing altar known only as the God Machine.
This isn’t just a lounge. It’s a living, breathing sonic organism.
A surreal listening temple where deep house, cosmic cocktails, and floating ghost noodles swirl through the air like a fever dream you’re just beginning to remember.
The static is clearing. The signal is coming through.
You didn’t stumble upon Pachi-Pachi — you were called here.
The
Words
The Guide (Aya)
Aya travels between worlds. She carries mixtapes, gold coins, and the red phone that only rings for those ready to cross. When it rings, answer.
The Promise
Art & Alchemy
Step into the portal. Pachi Pachi isn’t a bar — it’s a rebirth chamber in downtown Las Vegas. Neon vines breathe, the floor hums with frequencies, and cocktails change color in your hand.
A single dish that tells the whole story. One look, and you know you’ve left the everyday world behind.
The Doors
Open 7 Days
Lunch (All Ages) 11:11pm to 3pm
Happy Hour (21+) 4pm to 7pm
Japanese Listening Lounge (21+) 7pm to 9pm
Nightlife (21+) 9pm ‘til late
Generic inquiries
hello@ilovepachipachi.comPress/ Media
signals@ilovepachipachi.comJob Inquiries
crew@ilovepachipachi.com
The
Word
on the Street
Some called it a cult. The truth is closer to a tear in reality.
