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| - This is where I come to get my Carnival fix. And by Carnival, I'm not talking about Brazilian samba dancers and colorful outfits. I'm talking Carnies (Circus Folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands).
Mermaids provides the ultimate in carnival eating. Hot dogs dressed eight different ways, chocolate dipped bananas, and the Holy Grail of Carinval Fare: the Fried Oreo a/k/a White Trash Beignets. These 99 cent gems are smothered in powdered sugar and chocolate sprinkles, and pair well with cheap alcohol.
Speaking of cheap alcohol, this place doesn't disappoint. 24oz Icehouse drafts for a buck, and plenty of those frozen knock-out drinks for the ladies. The top shelf liquors here are some of the most obscure brands you'll ever see, and probably cheaper than the crap in the well at your local dive bar. Classy!
The entertainment at Mermaids is phenomenal. I've never seen a live band or anything, but one day I saw some chickenhead singing/slurring Rick Springfield hits while pounding on a poker machine. Another time this chick went apeshit nuts when she thought her boyfriend/pimp stole her bucket of pennies. Yeah, every time I come to Vegas and I don't come to Mermaids, I friggen kick myself.
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