You’re not exactly hurting for Vegas dining options. Twenty-five-hour room service. Prime rib buffets. Entire sushi hotels. But none of those places has erotic tasselry. So if you find yourself in need of sustenance at one of Vegas’s less-clothed establishments, we’ve got you covered here. Just remember to tip your waitress.
Breakfast starts at 7am here. And when you’ve got a Rihanna doppelgänger dancing with decreasing amounts of clothing to a remix of Rihanna in front of you at that hour, a cup of yogurt with granola seems borderline ridiculous. Thus, chicken and waffles. See, so much less ridiculous.
Pools. They’re great. You know what makes them even greater, though: when they’re accompanied by a bunch of beguiling beauties serving up your favorite kind of lobster-based sandwich. And that’s the story of lunch at the Sapphire Pool. Claws to yourself.
Some things just feel right. The vibrationless ping of a perfect golf swing. Naps. But more than those, strapping on a bib and taking down a lobster and a 28-ounce porterhouse while the Treasures girls earn their law school tuition. Yes, this would be a great place to bring clients.
Any day that can be summarized with “Then the limo picked me up and took me to Jaguars. Then I investigated the architectural fine points of the champagne room, and they gave me cheesecake” is a day well-lived. So congratulations on this one.
It’s so hard to find really great sushi at 4am. That, and only that, is why you’ll come to Crazy Horse III, where a raw-fish whisperer by the name of Bruce Lee serves up sushi all night long. Hey, it’s nice to at least have the option.
