Brash, glitzy, trite, trivial: everything I've heard about Las Vegas sounds warning bells in my head. Surely, it's nothing more than a soulless, air-conditioned, environmental disaster - its high-rise hotels sweltering in the US desert sun as dead-eyed gamblers dream in vain of riches they will never win?
Nothing says Vegas more than a Tiki Bar haunt, according to this acrobat.
At Therapy, we sample the retirement-threatening fried buttermilk chicken on red velvet waffle with maple syrup.
In Las Vegas, a gym and a conference room isn't quite enough to stand out from the crowd. And some hotels go to extraordinary lengths to do something different.
Think what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Not this time.
One of this chef's favourite dishes makes diners want to stand up and start clapping.
It doesn't take long to leave the neon lights of Las Vegas behind.
A shimmering, gaudy mirage in a hot, ochre desert, it's hard not to be impressed by Las Vegas. Along its famous Strip lights pulsate enticingly, tempting visitors to splurge. Outside the Strip, world-class restaurants give celebrity chefs a run for their money, and old Vegas beckons, part ghost town, part tack, all hip nostalgia.