What a dreadful casino. It was the occasion of the Purple Reign show that brought me here. How a high quality show like that drew Hooter's as venue is beyond me.
In part, it is like visiting an actual Hooter's. There are scantily clad waitresses everywhere with those bright orange short shorts and bursting cleavage. The sports bar in the back is filled with cliched men literally hooting and hollering at each dramatic turn of the basketball game being aired. Guy's guys carrying on and enjoying the holy trinity of sports, alcohol, and women. I definitely felt out of place. The nightclub was especially theatric with the female bartender climbing the rack above the bar and hanging upside down serving drinks to the largely male clientele. She even did a number where she hung with her legs suspended and invited men to place their head between her thighs from the backside so she could give them shots individually. So, yeah, not exactly a sophisticated cocktail lounge in Manhattan. If this is your thing, enjoy. I will be at other, classier casinos on the strip.