Philly Steak Bar

Incredibly even in an oasis like Las Vegas where bars clubs and casinos are in their plenty, there are still bars that are more decrepit and backward than those that choose to shoot into the Hollywood wedding chapel over the road and get hitched. Emerging from the stratosphere casino I begin walking down the West sidewalk of the very top of the strip and head into the nearest bar for a drink. Philly steak bar is a large quiet room with a scattering of single men with beards all looking up at a wide but poky screens when an undramatic sporting event is taking place, the bar man is doing and looking the same. With a few drinks in view behind the bar, I still doubt they serve more than beer and whiskey. In the corner of the room there is a raised platform with some empty booths with the words ‘hot buffet’ crudely written hang over a lit up hatch containing a couple of shrivelled pizzas. The atmosphere feels like everyone in this place has lost everything they held dear at the roulette tables. It doesn’t take me long to choose another bar to drink in.

I couldn’t believe a strip as prestigious as that of Vegas could be home to an obviously failing establishment. Overall 1/10