It can be incredibly difficult to replicate past success in a new setting, especially when -- no matter what advice you get from Bob Golic -- you still can't stop Kelly from banging the anthropology professor. For two spots from a Vegas crew even hotter than Prof. Lasky, check out Munchbar & Piano Bash.
Boasting the same graffiti-strewn interior as the Caesar's Palace-based original, the riotous Lincoln Square version of Munch is decked with two massive garage-style glass doors fronting a plasma/projection-screen-littered eat space, connected by a set of bathroom-adjacent doors to its smaller, dueling piano-outfitted neighbor PB, both of which are serving up New American-style eats chef'd by a guy who proved his chops at Spago, an Italian word derived from the Latin root Scapus, which means...something, presumably. Before turning into a DJ'd night spot, Munch does apps (Fried Mac & Cheese Balls w/ black truffle mayo), small plates (a Coca-Cola marinated carnitas/pepperjack Da-Bomb Burrito), and entrees like the sweet potato/ chipotle Hollandaise Pork Belly Hash, also what you call drugs swallowed by Miss Piggy before passing through customs. Behind the bar there's wine on tap (a first for Bellevue), tons of local suds (Black Raven's Irish Stout, Pike's Naughty Nellie), and specialty 'tails like the rum/ pineapple/ coconut syrup Munch Nuts, and the Tang/ 3 Olive's Rang Tang vodka/ lime Just Tang With A Bang, (so... the Sally Ride?).
Next door, PB's doing bar food (Southern Fried Popcorn Chicken, BBQ pork Sloppy Jack Sliders), and its own 'tails like the half & half/ root beer vodka/ schnapps/ energy drink based Captain Key's Rootbeer Float; doors open at both Friday for a special bash featuring guests like Miss Washington, and, yes seriously, Mario Lopez, who would've happily replicated his previous successes, if girls didn't eventually start getting creeped out by him calling them "Momma".