It's flashy, just like Vegas. They have slots in the airport (the tightest slots in the land, from what I hear) and the usual spate of chain eateries and Starbux. It smells like cigarettes, anticipation and desperation in here.
I'm so spoiled by PDX. But I guess the good thing is that when I'm arriving at McCarran I know I'm in for a good time and when I pass through on the way out I'm just glad to have escaped The Strip with my life and whatever remaining $$ I happened to sneak out with.
Oh, and the line for taxis is always ridic. You think they'd come up with a better solution.