Some of the world's best chefs have opened outposts in Las Vegas, and if you play your proverbial cards right, you'll never see 'em. Bypass the ritzy restaurants and pricey dinners and instead take a time machine back to when velvet upholstery, neon lighting, and rainbow-colored drinks were all the rage at the Peppermill. Order a Melon Ball at the sunken fire pit by its Fireside Lounge before devouring impossibly huge portions of comfort foods while tucked into its signature tree-topped purple booths, all while steering clear of the shocking signature drink: a potent 64-ounce Scorpion.