The concept is simple. You take a bar and an arcade and much like slamming my peanut butter to your chocolate, the end result should be something tasty and delicious and a happy accident.
Only, the thing with this place is that it tries to be that Vegas clubbing night life while catering to gamers. Which is probably the furthest you could get to the whole Vegas night club status.
Instead of bottle service tables... well, they still have the table service. Only you have two giant television screens with your game going as they push the table service like drinks at you. I guess that's cool and all, but couldn't you just be a baller at home with your console system and a case of beer for much cheaper?
The other side of the place is all old arcades. And if they aren't old, they're clearly run the fuck down. Straight up wondering if they got new arcade rom kits and just put them in old cabinets to save on space. The end result is that the place looks like a depressing old arcade with run down machines in one corner and then the latest generation of consoles on the screens over the bar.
Now if you're a bar, you need to bring it when it comes to the drink department. Some of those drinks were weak sauce and the attempt to make them named after video game references fell flat when the drink wasn't very thematic after all. You can't just call a vodka drink some Zelda shit if it doesn't have something that ties it to it.
I got the kirby drink and was surprised to see it came out in a martini glass and really pink. Now I didn't expect to get a pinky up drink when I read the item description but here I was. Now not only am I in some arcade bar, but I'm pinky up drinking some sex in the city drink.
The music selection was also strange. Some straight up R&B. What the fuck am I in? The ghetto? It was pulling in so many different directions in trying to be a club like atmosphere to get folks on the dance floor. Better choice would have been something electronic to tie into the whole fact that this is a barcade.
Also the old machines were 50 cents a pop even if the shit looked like it has spent its life abused in a chuck e cheese.
I'm not saying give me that straight up baller Dave and Busters experience, yo. I'm just saying class that shit up but also keep it below the other night clubs in Vegas. I don't need no fucking table service. Just give me some properly working games as well as some properly made and advertised drinks that fit a theme.