The Attic. Oh man...memories.
Yeah, I may be a New Yorker now, but I was born and bred in Vegas. And I love vintage. I love historic clothing so much, I majored in it.
Back in '05 when I left, this place was...special. A cover charge? The hell? I paid when I was a dumb teenager in the 90's. Of course I lost my card. I can't recall if I paid again.
Vegas is hardly a mecca of vintage, but there are way better places to get the real stuff now. And unlike my 90's dumb teenager days, we now have Etsy. Go there, not here.
Oh, and I highly doubt it's the "largest vintage store in the world" anymore. I have personally been to WAY larger ones. Beyond Retro in Brick Lane is double the size I'd say.