Caesar's is like the go-to place when you aren't familiar with Las Vegas and do not know where "to go."   Needless to say, the "typical" Caesar's guest is the white, fifty-something golfer wearing his Paine Webber logo on his golf shirt like a badge of honor and mistakingly believing that people in Vegas give a shit (like how they do at home in Stamford, CT).   It's where he goes with his work buddies to wear Ralph Lauren khaki shorts and Saucony sneakers get a little tipsy when they sip some Amaretto after dinner.   Eventually they may get a little wasted and joke about standing in the Red Bulled line at Pure before trying to have a little fun with the working girls patrolling the Seahorse Lounge.