The scene at Coyote Ugly goes something like this: a stocked and stacked variety of scantily clad sex kittens scream, howl and two-step on top of the bar, making sure the mostly male patrons notice what they're not wearing instead of the steady supply of drinks that inevitably go down here. The 35 keepers of the bar were chosen from a field of 1500 applicants for their exceptional sense of rhythm, mixological abilities and charming personalties... and, okay, maybe their hardware had something to do with it too. Showtime begins any time after 9 pm, when fresh-faced boys hang their ties above the bar and the few babes in the room liberate their brassieres. This is Jack Daniel's country, and believe you me, it's never tasted better than when poured by a tight-jeaned barnburner flicking her midriff in your face. The décor falls somewhere between Ozark Mountain high life and trailer trash cool, all the better to highlight the spectacular scenery behind the bar. And remember, when the ladies of the drink step on your fingers or give you a close up, it's all part of the job. Don't take it personal -- or seriously. Coyote Ugly, New York-New York Resort and Casino, 702-740-6969.