Waiter, um, there is an exotic dancer in my margarita.
Oh, excuse me? That giant 10 foot tall swirling margarita directly behind me isn't for consumption? Damn.
I feel as if Vegas brings nothing but mental and physical exhaustion for me. I was so tired on the day of our arrival, i didn't even put the whole Jimmy Buffet theme together until a pirate on stilts walked by me.
Decent 'ritas ( I liked the top shelf margarita myself) and the food was plentiful and comforting.
I was a little disoriented by the large Mr. Buffet or occasional Jack Johnson towering above me on television screens, but it was the "chick on a hook" that dropped down into the Megarita behind me that really caught me by surprise.
The men were happy with the location choice, but I could see other females around me not so impressed with the "bleach blond in a bikini on a fish hook" almost twirling her way into my burger buns.
I'd probably come here to get drunk fast, but it's really not my kind of joint unless surrounded by an equally drunk and silly group of people. It's definitely Vegas, very chill and encourages one to keep on drinking.