I spent 48 hours eating and drinking at every Lisa Vanderpump spot in Las Vegas. Here's how it went.

Hercules had his 12 Herculean tasks.

I had 48 hours to eat and drink my way through every Lisa Vanderpump establishment in Las Vegas.

I may not have the strength of a Greek warrior, but I do have the stomach of a seasoned bachelorette party-goer.

So when I heard that Vanderpump had a brand-new hotel on the Las Vegas Strip, I began planning my arduous quest with a supreme sense of confidence.

Instead of cannibal giants and three-headed dogs, there were smoking shots and truffle-loaded carbs.

Sometimes, the journey was sweet; other times, it felt like I was near defeat.

But with a bottle of Pepcid in one hand and a cocktail called Daddy Issues in the other, I descended to the desert for the ultimate Vegas crawl — Vanderpump style.