My brother-in-law and I dropped in here between microbrew stops on our little tour of Vegas microbrews. As best as I can recall it was around 11:30 at night and we realized that besides a light meal we split earlier in the evening we hadn't had dinner. After leaving Sin City Brewing and walking around debating where to go next hunger crept up on us.
When this happened we were in front of Harrah's. So we walked in and ambled our way around to the Cafe at Harrah's. The prices were reasonable and the food was reasonably mediocre. We each had a 1/2 sandwich and bowl of soup.
Our service was bizarre. We were sitting caddy corner and the waiter first approached from behind both of us, silently appearing like Dracula from out of nowhere. The rest of the meal he would only arrive in this manner. When he left the check I put it out on the table where he would have to come to the front of the table to reach it. After he had walked by several times without picking it up I suggested that maybe he would only get it if it were on the corner between us and he could grab it from behind. I moved it there and within a moment he slipped up from behind and nabbed it. By this time we were referring to him as our backdoor friend.