Ravens. Niners. Vegas. Winning. Slowly-undressing women. Private betting chambers. A surplus of flat-screens. An endless stream of champagne. The joy of victory. The agony of (someone else’s) defeat. These are your Vegas Super Bowl viewing spots. Our advice: bet on Harbaugh.
Your sharing capacity stretches to exactly 19. Conveniently, that’s how many friends you can fit in this private skybox overlooking the MGM sports book. Inside said box: your own cocktail waitress, flat-screen array and personal betting window. Yes, they’ve apparently thought of everything.
Dollar lap dances have nothing to do with the Super Bowl. Unless you add the word “halftime” in there. So that’s what Sapphire’s doing. That, and chauffeuring you to your VIP table, where you’ll be provided with vodka and a buffet. Consider it the Al Davis package.
It happens. You get all psyched to watch the game, and you end up somewhere where you can’t even see the damn thing. The solution: the 80-flat-screen, open-bar wonderland at the new Rockhouse. You’ll want to consume your beer from an 80-ounce plastic guitar, since that exists here.
Let’s face it. Sometimes the game itself is a dud. You need distractions. Yes, even besides Beyoncé. Distractions like all-day buffets, unlimited beer, video games and four 47-inch flat-screens in your own private section inside the poker room at Caesars. And to think, they’d normally just use this for Hold’em.
