"Deep inside the crusty adult playground that is Circus Circus, The Steak House is a surprisingly polished shrine to all things red meat. The dark wood-paneled dining room includes a dry-aging closet, giant oil paintings of cows, and an open kitchen where you can watch chefs chop and grill up your order. Is this the best steak in town? No, but it’s solid. And you’re here for other reasons, like sipping martinis that are full cups of gin, filling up on the pretzel bread and black bean soup that comes with every entree, and listening to the guy next to you brag about how his wife once had an affair with Joe Montana (yes, that did happen to us once). People-watching is always good in Vegas. At The Steak House, it’s elite." - Brant Cox