The Heart Attack Grill is unique. I gotta give them that. The place is fun, much more so than your average burger joint. There's even a huge scale outside where you can weigh yourself 24/7 (the scale weighs heavy, by the way). And wacky rules like, if you weigh over 350 lbs you eat for free. Upon entry you are fitted with a hospital gown and wrist band. And much to my relief, you’re allowed to keep your regular clothes on underneath. The servers are all referred to, and dressed as, doctors and nurses. And the menu is set up that way as well (triple bypass burger, flatliner fries, etc.). There is a slight whiff of “death” in the air, too. I don’t mean a smell, but a subtle hint that this meal could indeed be your last. I sure hoped not. And fortunately for me, it wasn’t. There’s even a sign up that reads: “Cash only because you might die before the check clears.” Gulp! And an old-fashioned ambulance parked right outside. Noooooooooooo!!!!! The food is mediocre at best. One step below a Denny’s (which is right next door now, btw). The burger was huge, and I only went with the simple “single bypass.” But it had very little flavor. Same with the fries. Kind of a cardboard consistency. I had a water and it was outstanding! So for the kitschy experience, I’d say everyone should come do it at least once. But once was probably enough for me. If you're thinking of checking it out, I included a few more observations and photos here: http://vegasdowntownreport.com/2013/04/27/flatliner-food-at-the-heart-attack-grill/ Enjoy!