I knew it was completely fake, but I was still taken in by the Village Eateries. Walking along the street and getting a hot, heaping pastrami sandwich at Greenberg's Deli was the highlight of my time at New York New York (other than winning a few bucks at blackjack). While I can appreciate the high-falutin' fanciness of the Grand Canal Shoppes at the Venetian, it still felt more "real" to walk down the streets of New York New York (although the screaming people plunging down a roller-coaster hole in the "sky" was a bit startling). Greenberg's has the feel of a New York deli, with the brusque sandwich-makers and the impatient register-lady. It makes me nostalgic for the deliberate, saucy rudeness of Ed Debevic's (LA). To use quotations just one more time, Greenberg's was as "New York" as could be.