Newest Vegas Sportsbook Brings Technology, Culinary Achievements
Stock Photo of Lagasse's Stadium
By Joshua Wilkins
Either I’ve been in the desert too long to know better, or I have reached a sports’ fans’ heaven, and I don’t really care which.
Yes, the seats are even as comfortable as forgiving clouds, and the only time you have to leave them is to place a bet at your convenience or to visit the restroom. Actually, you don’t even have to leave them to place a bet, but we’ll get to that later.
Mixing great food with sports with gaming with atmosphere takes effort. Here, Emeril John Lagasse is our ultra-marathoner, our Everest-climber, and our late-shift surgeon all in one.
They call the place Lagasse’s Stadium for short. I prefer Emeril’s Facility of All-Encompassing Awesomeness. Yes, that even includes the fact I have to co-mingle with fan bases of teams who make my skin crawl. Hey, in heaven we’re all brothers to some degree, right?
First they get you in the door with a plethora of flat screens any Best Buy would bow to and their stadium-seating full-row couches. Those just happen to come with full-service waiters, and more-than-likely at least one ESPN personality or sports celebrity sitting within earshot.
Also for rent, if your group pleases, are isolated rooms with your personal pool tables, big screens, private patio access, and again, your own servers.
The best bloody marys I’ve had west of Ajax Diner in Oxford, Miss. are served to you along with New Orleans-quality barbecue shrimp as an appetizer. Then the BAM Steak Sandwich makes you forget about the fact your NCAA Tournament Bracket Pool is as finished as your most recent bloody mary.
Try not to get too infatuated with the atmosphere, however. People here still take gaming seriously. So serious, in fact, that you no longer have to even leave your couch to place a bet. Personal gaming machines allow you to bet on any game you want with up-to-the minute spread updates. You can watch a basketball game and bet on whether a player will make the next shot he takes.
This is a sports fans ultimate getaway and a sports-gambling addict’s heroin. You can wind up face-to-face with a quadruple-life-sized, high-definition picture of your favorite team winning a big game, while you win big as well.
You can also wind up with a chicken-nacho stomache-ache, an empty bank account, and a sand-burning wind of reality slapping your face.
America’s greatest chef of the past decade has created exactly what he wanted. A sports palace, complete with the best of everything – including gaming.
Since opening last September, it has tried to quench the thirst of sports dreamers who make their way across the desert to the Palazzo to find it.
Remember, it’s dry here in the desert. The drink of choice here is temptation.
Either I’ve been in the desert too long to know better, or I have reached a sports’ fans’ heaven, and I don’t really care which.
Yes, the seats are even as comfortable as forgiving clouds, and the only time you have to leave them is to place a bet at your convenience or to visit the restroom. Actually, you don’t even have to leave them to place a bet, but we’ll get to that later.
Mixing great food with sports with gaming with atmosphere takes effort. Here, Emeril John Lagasse is our ultra-marathoner, our Everest-climber, and our late-shift surgeon all in one.
They call the place Lagasse’s Stadium for short. I prefer Emeril’s Facility of All-Encompassing Awesomeness. Yes, that even includes the fact I have to co-mingle with fan bases of teams who make my skin crawl. Hey, in heaven we’re all brothers to some degree, right?
First they get you in the door with a plethora of flat screens any Best Buy would bow to and their stadium-seating full-row couches. Those just happen to come with full-service waiters, and more-than-likely at least one ESPN personality or sports celebrity sitting within earshot.
Also for rent, if your group pleases, are isolated rooms with your personal pool tables, big screens, private patio access, and again, your own servers.
The best bloody marys I’ve had west of Ajax Diner in Oxford, Miss. are served to you along with New Orleans-quality barbecue shrimp as an appetizer. Then the BAM Steak Sandwich makes you forget about the fact your NCAA Tournament Bracket Pool is as finished as your most recent bloody mary.
Try not to get too infatuated with the atmosphere, however. People here still take gaming seriously. So serious, in fact, that you no longer have to even leave your couch to place a bet. Personal gaming machines allow you to bet on any game you want with up-to-the minute spread updates. You can watch a basketball game and bet on whether a player will make the next shot he takes.
This is a sports fans ultimate getaway and a sports-gambling addict’s heroin. You can wind up face-to-face with a quadruple-life-sized, high-definition picture of your favorite team winning a big game, while you win big as well.
You can also wind up with a chicken-nacho stomache-ache, an empty bank account, and a sand-burning wind of reality slapping your face.
America’s greatest chef of the past decade has created exactly what he wanted. A sports palace, complete with the best of everything – including gaming.
Since opening last September, it has tried to quench the thirst of sports dreamers who make their way across the desert to the Palazzo to find it.
Remember, it’s dry here in the desert. The drink of choice here is temptation.
