I was in Las Vegas for a few days last week, the reasons why must remain classified. I will post a bit more about my trip another day, but for now here are my Random Notes About Drinking in Vegas:
I stayed at Bally’s, which is a nice enough hotel in the middle of the strip. Everything about it was quite satisfactory. Not stunning, but satisfactory. No complaints about my stay, and the staff was nice.
It’s always so weird being in a place where people still smoke at the bars.
Many bartenders like hearing my bad Boston accent. In fact, they always like having people from the East Coast sit down at their bars, because East Coast people tip better. Even when the beer is free, it’s a buck or so a round, people.
Every other bartender in Las Vegas is a “Flair” bartender, which can be reasonably amusing to watch for a while. So long as it doesn’t take them too long to flip their bottles before they bring me my drink.
Las Vegas must be the “Breastaurant” capitol of the US. Hooters, Twin Peaks, Tilted Kilt, and about a dozen casino bars seem to be based on the cheap beer/bad pub food/scantily clad server model. As a single guy with gray in my hair, I find hanging out at these places a bit creepy.
My first night there, I got into a conversation with a barman at Caeser’s Palace sports book. I mentioned I was from Boston. Sure enough, the woman sitting next me was a Vegas local originally from Dorchester. No matter where you go in the world, you will always meet someone from Dorchester.
If you are looking for craft beers on the strip, Tag Sports Bar in the Linq Hotel (used to be Imperial Palace) has a good selection of bottles. The beer menu is pretty long and, for some reason, is divided by state rather than beer style. Perhaps if enough beer nerds protest they will see the error of their ways. Overwhelmed by the choices, I went to an old-but-satisfying standby, the Brooklyn Lager.
Not being much of a cowboy, I had never been to Gilley’s at Treasure Island before, but they bring a new meaning to the phrase “saddle up to the bar.” And while I may have made a few bad decisions on my trip, I did not decide to ride the mechanical bull. That would have really been a bad decision.
In a city of cheezy attractions, one of my favorite places to hang out is the first floor bar at Margaritaville in the Flamingo Casino. Very relaxed spot, and one of the few spots where you can sit at a bar that doesn’t have a video poker machine attached to it. Nice porch there too, and Vegas is one of the world-class spots for people watching.
I also ate breakfast at the Flamingo buffet. I’m a big fan of breakfast buffets, and never shy about going back for a third plate. I did, however, notice that I was being watched.
Of course there is a pelican living at a hotel in the middle of the desert. Because it’s Vegas.
That’s all for now, I’ll write more perhaps, when I get over my
hangover jet lag.