Vegas can occasionally be the site of resurrections, from the gambler deep in the hole laying his kid's college fund on a single roulette number and triumphantly hitting it, to something that actually happens. Reviving a classic where chicks ride mechanical animals, the rebirth of Gilley's.
True to its original sign outside the Frontier Casino that read "Cold Beer... Dirty Girls..." the Old West saloon/dance hall's been reincarnated in a whopping 14,000sqft space (much of it a giant dance), with a stage for live music, faux-tin roofing, an outdoor patio overlooking the Strip, cowboy hats hanging everywhere, full-on saddle barstools, a giant black mechanical bull you're encouraged to ride, and bartenders/waitresses in black halter top bikinis and leather chaps you almost definitely will not. The drinks skew girly, with Huckleberry (Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka, lemonade, splash of Sierra Mist) and Velvet Elvis (Gentleman Jack, Chambord, fresh lemon sour, Sierra Mist), and girlier to hearten potential lady riders, there's the Bacardi Limon-/triple sec-powered Bikini Bull Rider and the Don Julio Blanco/Midori/pineapple juice Honey Dew This, which unlike the Mountain Dew This, won't result in you accidentally knocking out every single one of your teeth. To give you something for that bull to shake, there're BBQ pulled pork sliders topped with crispy onion strings, BBQ short ribs with a Dr. Pepper glaze, Meyers Hot Links imported from Elgin, Texas, or the
little lot-bit-of-everything Ten Gallon Platter, which is served on a plate, cause if taken literally, you'd look like a Texas Carmen Miranda.
To keep things interesting, it's karaoke on Tuesday night, ladies' night Wednesday, and there'll be live bands and line dancing/free lessons Thursday-Saturday, all leading up to Sunday night's Bikini Bull Riding which offers bar tabs and cash prizes, which given that roulette disaster, might be your only chance of getting through college.