A six-time NFL Pro Bowler sits at one table. At another table, the second in command (behind only the commissioner) of another league is sipping a martini. An entire NHL team has reserved still another table, but a horde of women is leaving room for only two players to sit down. Welcome to the Playboy Club at the Palms Hotel — Vegas’ loungy, grotto-less take on Hugh Hefner’s male fantasy. There have been other Playboy clubs over the years, but this is the only one currently in existence. Athletes eat it up, and why not? It’s dark enough to provide some anonymity, and the most visible presence belongs to the Playboy bunny-eared, scantily-clad waitresses. Phone ahead for guest-list access.
4321 W. Flamingo Road (at the Palms)