So my girlfriends and I wandered back to MGM and sat in Centrifuge, which was okay. It's expensive for an inner casino bar - trying to be cool and classy and hip. I ordered something fruity, argued with Mr. Harris about past transgressions. \n\nI'm not a fan of an actual bar within a casino - I prefer just the bar itself snaked against the wall, or drinking and gambling at the tables. Have something separate, with walls, and I'll be happier. Centrifuge had an attitude that I can't really put my finger on it - maybe it was the bartender wanting to go home, or having a judgment on us because we were drinking still. \n\nBut...isn't that the point...? Don't you want us to drink...more?