Ok, Sandy Hackett doesn’t look a whole lot like Joey Bishop, and his jokes may make you blush, but this is a “Tribute” not a impersonation show. You know right away this IS your father’s cabaret show.With a snare drum riff the orchestra kicks off and out comes Joey to tell a few off color jokes and harass the audience. A voice booms out of somewhere and declares “During the show still photography, drinking, gambling, and carousing is not only allowed but enthusiastically encouraged!” It’s enough to start goose bumps racing up and down your old bow tie. Smoke hovers around the chandeliers and stage lights and suddenly the unseen presence of “Old Blue Eyes” is in the room. The New York strip steak is worthy of praise and the live 13 piece orchestra warming up behind the half circle of gold waterfall curtains is ready to pump out gobs of showroom glitz. The show room is gaudy red curtains, dinner booths and tuxedoed waiters dashing from table to table.
Sizzling hot Vegas nights have returned and the chaotic Corporate Canyon has been turned back to a dazzling Neon City again. “The Rat Pack is Back,” The Sands has been resurrected, Las Vegas has only one sensational act, and the production is as hot Vegas has ever been or may ever be.įorget about blue men, tumbling clown shows, red pianos, and all Elvi. Returning to 1962 to catch the greatest act in Las Vegas history is now as easy as buying a ticket.
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