Bellevue Square’s frenetic Munchbar—a Vegas export, modeled on an outpost at Caesar’s Palace—is clad in graffiti art and video screens and packed with giddy Millennials; the sort of joint that reminds those over 30 how hopelessly aged they are. Even if they could get their 12-year-old waiter’s attention they wouldn’t be able to hear her, and certainly shouldn’t be eating any of the fried fare she peddles, and don’t in fact want "da-bomb burrito" or the "best hangover pizza"—and really won’t want the fries they’ll probably order but immediately regret as tough and unsatisfying. (Pssst: Stick with a burger and some fine crunchy yam fries, and choose a draft microbrew over one of the candybar cocktails.)