Harsh. This is the best word we could come up with to describe Hash House. Just call it Harsh House.
We wandered here while waiting for our car to be serviced at AutoNation. 11am on a Saturday there was a line out the door. It smelled promising. We were seated in less than 10 and our waiter appeared in under a minute. Coffee and waters were back in less than 2 minutes. They place was packed so the service really is excellent. The food, eh.
The music is loud, and harsh and abrasive. The décor is harsh; I get they're going for a certain look, but it's not very comfortable. The food is, well, harsh. The spices just a tad more than the tastebuds are comfortable with. It was weird. I wanted to say I liked my giant heaping portions of salmon eggs benedict with weird plastic cheese sauce, but I couldn't. They were too... harsh.
If I were a tourist completely hungover from a night of debauchery on the strip and my tastebuds were fried from cigarettes I might like this place. But we won't ever eat here again.