text: I was lured into Frankies by the promise of getting bombed on fruity drinks in tiki glasses and by the possibility of hooking up with hot rockabilly dudes I also have a soft spot for Polynesian kitsch This place made one of my dreams come true nnI do not remember exactly what drink I ordered but it was basically an oversized glass of rum mixed with the gentlest whisper of pineapple juice and it was only rated skulls out of in their boozepotency rating system This helped me achieve a comfortable state of inebriation quickly and for only I did not spring for the souvenir glassa fact that I now deeply regretnnAs for the rest of my experience allow me to break it downnn Decoration An Music A n Customer Service C Bartenders have major tude and that is if you are fortunate enough to have them condescend to acknowledge your presence n Value B Drinks are and up but are alcohol Ah Vegasn Crowd C I brought the coolest people in there that night I am pretty sure everyone else was either a hooker or a johnn Vegas Experience Bn Clearly marked bathroom facilities F Not only is it too dark inside the bar to see a foot in front of your face but the mens and womens rooms are only loosely differentiated by ambiguous Polynesian figures on the doors Needless to say I chose the womens room completely by accident n Drinks required to achieve requisite level of inebriation to facilitate mistakemaking n Ratio of men to women As I said I suspect the only other women there that night were escortsnAverage age of patrons n Number of people wearing Hawaiian shirts apparently there is some sort of promotion if you wear a Hawaiian shirt I was sad that I did not get the memon Number of hot Rockabilly dudes at the bar nnbased on my visit in February on a Friday night around am nnIn conclusion I would most definitely go there again to get thoroughly and efficiently shithammered Not bad at all