Eating at Eddie Merlot’s one gets the distinct impression they are at the finest geriatric home inside a Vegas casino run by the Italian Mafia. It’s stained glass, horrid mirrored and tiled art and columns galore that all together isn’t anywhere near as unpleasing as it sounds. In fact, it has its weird charms.
The crowd runs the gamut from gay men on a date to five hundred pound women gorging on three entrees a piece to families enjoying a nice night out in their finest shorts and t-shirt ensemble. You can and will see anything here. There was a man who most assuredly was drunk and in his boxer shorts singing while another table looked exceedingly close to murdering each other with their steak knives.