Mr Hefner would be apalled.
Went to the Playboy Club on a Monday night. Not so much to expect a hopping place, but to check it out for future visits to Vegas.
After waiting for 25 minutes, 15 minutes in the first location and 10 minutes out where we were sure we could be seen we still were unable to get anyone to take a drink order. The two bunnies were more interested in talking to each other and standing around than serving any patrons. They literally stood together and had a personal conversation without attending to anyone. I then decided to go to the bar myself and ordered two dirty martinis (at $15 each) and began working my way back to our seat. Lo and behold, 3 minutes or so after we got our own drinks we were actually approached and asked if we needed anything! We managed to make our way through really bad martinis, my fault for ordering them dirty I guess, they must assume olive juice is a mixer like soda or something because they were so strong with olive juice they were nearly undrinkable.
We decided to leave and stopped in the bathroom on our way out. The bathrooms were disgusting. There were paper towels all over the floor, the counters were covered in soap and water and the floors were sticky where they weren't slippery.
What I can say positive about the experience is that they comped my fiancee the cover charge and the interior of the club is really pretty nice. Best thing though is that our admission got us into the Ghost Bar where we met DJ Skyler in the elevator and expressed our discontent (without knowing who he was). He took care of us and got us a reserved table and assured we had impeccable service the rest of the night.
I think the Palms should be embarassed as to what they've let that club turn into. It's clearly a sign of mis-management. Drink prices and cover charge aside, which is standard for Vegas, the cocktail waitresses set the ambiance and attitude for the establishment and it's obvious they don't care.