This Sunday, your celebration of football continues. Inside this new 7,000-square-foot sports gastropub draped in American flags. Your basics needs—nachos topped with slow-roasted pork, 40 beers, bottomless mimosas—will be met. Your less basic needs: they have a guy for that, too.
There’s a time to enjoy the pomp and freedom of a super-buffet, and there’s a time to settle down for a nice meal at the kind of place that has its own herb garden. That time: fall/adulthood. This one, founded by a former P.J. Clarke’s chef, is only open from breakfast to brunch. If only there were some meal for in-between.
The secret to successful sports betting: not playing games just because they’re on TV. But should that plan fail, some comfortable couches and 90 big screens (two of them measuring in at 220 inches) should do. Perhaps they’ll put on beach volleyball if you ask nicely.
Eating demands tough choices: enchiladas or king crab. Sashimi or chicken and waffles. Unless you invent the world’s biggest Hot Pocket, you can’t sample them all. Unless a 25,000-square-foot buffet (the biggest in Vegas) called Bacchanal were to offer, say, 500 dinner items. Try not to fill up on bread.
Some reasons to play here, as opposed to any other poker room: 39 tables (you like to mingle); a twice-daily, rake-free happy hour; and people who go into town and deliver out-of-casino dinners to your table. Don’t get up.
