Dick's Last Resort

I’ve had this on my list for quite a while now, and I am very happy to report that I’ve now been to Dick’s Las Vegas. The surly, in-your-face attitude that’s made Dick’s Last Resort famous elsewhere still prevails. The waiter asked us if we have been to Dick’s before. I said I had been to Dick’s at North Pier in Chicago, and he snarled, “That’s NOT what I asked you. Have you been HERE before?”

Fast foward past the drunken bachelor party, the gang of urban cowboys watching National Finals Rodeo on one of a dozen screens, the birthday girls sipping fruity cocktails, the astounded Canadian tourists snapping photos, a bartender named “Taco” doing half-naked lap dances for the girls and spraying himself with fizzy water, the 6’6” waitress flipping Taco the bird when he compared her to the Star Wars character Chewbacca, the silly sing-alongs (We Will Rock You, Friends in Low Places, etc.) and two skinny go-go dancers gyrating just outside the entrance…

Kathy had the sampler platter (buffalo wings, shrimp poppers, chicken tenders, deep-fried cheese sticks, and veggies), while I had fries and a Big Burger with cheese and grilled onions, as we shared a 60oz pitcher of cold beer.

Did I mention the makeshift party hats our waiter crowned us with? Hers read “Been Ridden More than Seabiscuit” and mine said “As seen on CBS Sexual Predators.”

The total damage came to $51… $60 with tip. The food was so-so, but you might get the hint that this place is not about fine dining. If you like to party hearty, for a special occasion or just because you can, then loud, lively, deliciously messy Dick’s is the place to go.