Overpriced drinks with a ridiculous cover charge that gives you very little to show for it. My friend got leglessly drunk here and enjoyed the free shots, but she only got them because of her cleavage. It pays to be a female in this bar, but the ratio of middle aged cheeseball guys to actual females is 15 to 1.
The worst part is that you have to hear that goddamned "Devil Went Down to Georgia" song over and over and over and over and overandoverandoverandoverandover while the women do their little dance thing on the bar. Puh-lease.
There are so many better things to see and do in Las Vegas than Coyote Ugly. And if you're really that hard up to see women acting sexy, stick to the late night porn on demand in your hotel room. It's cheaper and ultimately more satisfying.