Approximately 12 hours ago I landed in Las Vegas for a week of revelry. Most likely I will go home with a much lighter wallet, but it will not be in vain. Despite its overly brash consumerism and celebration of excess, Vegas has a few restaurants and breweries worth their salt and I’m armed with a few magazine articles and a laundry list of must-try places to try before boarding a return flight to NY next Friday. Fortunately, I’ve discovered that the Casinos have Newcastle Brown Ale available for consumption at the tables and slots. Although I am faced with the imminent loss of all my savings, I can find solace in the fact that I’ll be awarded “free” brew while I lose every chunk of cash I own to the blackjack gods.