Hooters Hotel Las Vegas

Review of “Mad Onion” at Hooters Las Vegas

Hooters hotel in Las Vegas is just about what you’d expect it to be. Tacky and dumpy. This building has been around for years and years. Through all of its incarnations, it was never anything but a hotel to handle tourists whose choice destinations are already booked to capacity.

You know the type of place, and Hooters Las Vegas is no different. They know they’re a second choice , and they know you can’t go anywhere else. Why should they put any money into it to make it look nice and not smell?

Hooters Las Vegas hasn’t done anything to remedy that, but I think they’re feeling right at home in these digs.  They’ve certainly made it quite clear which demographic they’re going after.

As always, I parked my car on the very top floor of the parking garage so I could get some premo pics. Most of the time, the tippy-top floor of hotel parking garages are the least occupied. Therefore, I’m quite aware that it doesn’t take long for me to look suspicious to the men in the hotel monitoring the eyes in the sky.

Which is why I try to make it quite clear what I’m up to right away. I’ll just start snapping shots as soon as I get out of the car. I’m usually up there a good half hour before I head down to the hotel, and I’ve only been checked up on by security twice.

The first time was when I was at Treasure Island. The security guard tried to pretend he wasn’t there to see what I was up to. He tried to stroll right by me all casually and not even acknowledge my presence.

When he passed me I says, “This is a great location for some good pics.” I scared the piss out of him, but he was pretty cool after that. Not into talking to me, at all, but pretty cool.

A lot cooler than the clown who tried to sneak up on me at Hooters, but forgot that his bicycle gears make noise. I heard him coming. The eighth floor of hooters parking garage is kind of a split-level type of design, so it’s really like floor 7.5.

The vantage point from floor 7.5  gives you the drop on anyone who might be on floor 7.0. I hear the gears and go over to the side where I can look straight down to see who’s coming up.

I see a security guard coasting on a bicycle and he’s in prowl mode. It must have been the exhausting seven floor bike ride that made him unaware of the tick-tick-tick of his gears.

I holler down, “You startled me, man.” The security guard almost fell off of his bike. Oh, man. I wish you could have seen it. He was not happy. He didn’t say a word after adjusting his steering to avoid falling.

He started pedaling all fast and stopped right in front of me, kinda in my grill a little bit. I had time to tell myself not to mouth off while he huffed and puffed towards me.

“That’s why we don’t hang out up here!” He said, in a tone that conveyed he thought he was coming back with quite the quip.

“Oh, you guys don’t hang out up here?” I said.

Blank stare.

“I’m just trying to get some pic…”

“And you’ll pack it up and leave as soon as you’re done.” He interrupted.

“Well, I was gonna get something to eat but I can park somewhere else if you want” I replied.

“It’s not about you parking here, it’s about what you’re doing up here.”

“OK, Thanks” I replied.

I was glad I decided to leave my crack pipe and spray paint at home. He watched my every move until I got on the elevator. Once inside, I strolled the property a little bit and went outside to have a cigarette before going back in to eat.

I noticed the security guard had made it down. There he was, patrolling the perimeter of the property along Tropicana Boulevard. He was somewhat in the distance and he didn’t notice me right away.

When he did the double-back a few minutes later, he noticed me. He was closer this time. He stopped right under the brightly lit marquee and proceeded to stare at me. He just stared and stared. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.

It was like he was trying to will me to do something wrong so he could break my neck. I finished my cigarette, and raised it above my head like I was gonna flick it into the valet area before extinguishing it in the ash tray right next to me.

Barney Fife had his foot on the pedals and was ready to pounce, though. I stared right back at him with a friendly smile, and walked back in to get some food.

Read on for the actual review of the “Mad Onion” at Hooters Las Vegas.

Review of The Mad Onion at Hooters Hotel in Las Vegas

The Hooters restaurant was closed. That meant no tiny orange shorts and chicken wings for me. I had to eat in the coffee shop and I got a fully clothed “Jose” as my server.

It’s cool that Hooters hotel in Las Vegas has a coffee shop, but it’s right next to the Hooters restaurant. How does that work out for them during lunch and dinner hours?

Jose was a very good server. Polite and attentive, everything. No complaints about the service whatsoever. In fact, the floor staff all seemed pretty jovial.

The food was a different story. It qualifies for Vegas cheap eats. I had a pancake breakfast with eggs and bacon for $5.99. Good price. The pancakes were rubbery and the bacon was burnt, but the eggs were cooked a perfect over-easy and the sausage patties were tasty.

I started to eat before remembering to take a picture again.

The Mad Onion in Hooters Las Vegas was OK. It had the same kinda run-down feel of the rest of the hotel, but not the worst choice for some late night cheap eats in Las Vegas.

Certainly a better choice than “Planet Dailies” or “Ellis Island.”

Hooters Las Vegas lives up to its partying reputation though. That’s for sure. It was 4:30 am when I got there and as I passed the pool on my way to the parking garage, it was packed with bikinis.

Thanks for reading my  review of The Mad Onion at Hooters hotel in Las Vegas.

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