I ain't gonna lie, I'm a fan on the brostraunts that are cropping up around America. And especially in Vegas, it seems appropriate to visit one of these establishments. Yes, I came with the wife, but she happily agreed. I think it was her tummy talking because she was about to eat a shoe off the Las Vegas strip she was so hungry.
We kinda stumbled on this place. For a late Friday night, it was surprisingly empty. Good for us, I guess. We get seated by the hostess, and keep in mind, it's my first time at a TP. The girls here wear some insanely short shorts. Like, they had to cut the legs of shorts that were already labeled as Jeezus jean shorts. I mean, these were cut higher than bikinis. I ain't complaining. Nice views, and even the wife's jaw was dropping. Yeah, I got a cool wife.
We ordered a cheeseburger, a dozen classic breaded wings, fries, and a house brew. The beer was actually pretty good, but I got the big 22 oz, and couldn'd finish it because I just had too much food in me. The burger was actually good. I mean don't expect a great burger, but for late night after club food, this burger hits the spot. But the surprise were the wings. The wings were excellent. Perfect ratio of breading to actual meat. Not so spicy, but spicy enough. Very good. Fries were fries. Girls were running around. It seems they were understaffed, but the bar girls served as our waitress as well. She defied all odd and had the shortest shorts ever. I can't even explain it. Well, I can, but that's for a different forum.
Give this place a chance.