Coyote Ugly   

Alcohol, sex and loud, rowdy music. In Las Vegas? What a bizarre concept. Coyote Ugly has made it work for a decade in New York City. And after a borderline hit film raised its name recognition outside Gotham, the Coyote Girls have taken their act on the road to Las Vegas' own slice of the Big Apple, the New York-New York resort. Inside a surprisingly small space on the mezzanine level once occupied by a quiet cigar lounge, the tight-T-shirt-clad gals dispense sexy Southern hospitality with their Jack Daniels shots. Misbehavior is encouraged, as long as no laws are broken. In true honky-tonk style, the place looked old and lived-in at its grand opening. Corrugated tin, old license plates, scratchy hardwood floors and a bra stretched over an elk's head constitute the decor. The two bars are extra wide to accommodate the dancing barmaids, and if the lack of square footage on the floor forces customers closer together, that's not necessarily a bad thing.