the waiter must've thought we were hot even without swimsuits and makeup. he really wanted to put us on a guest list for 3 of the most popular clubs on the strip. certainly, 9 smokin' sexy ladies shouldn't have any trouble getting into a club of their choice, but we gladly obliged. you always should be prepared for plan "b".
having a late lunch at riva was our plan b. we didn't expect the pool to be quite crowded, but the day was hot and there were no empty lounge chairs. we decided to start our bachelorette party weekend by filling our stomachs first. my plate of popcorn shrimp and calamari was huge in quantity, but not in flavor so much. i had a slice of salmon pizza (smoked salmon with creme fraiche on very thin crust), and thought that was outstanding.
we were starving so devouring somewhat of mediocre food wasn't a daunting task at all. needless to say, tasty sangria and bloody mary helped us to overlook the spotty service as well.
mr. puck can do better, especially if he is to compete with all the celebrity chefs in sin city. maybe all his effort goes in to cut. if you don't expect too much from a poolside restaurant, riva is not a bad choice to refuel your energy. besides, their food is not meant to be thoroughly enjoyed. who wants to look fat in her swimsuits?!