The airport in Las Vegas is definitely a reflection of the Las Vegas strip and all that it is famous for. Lingering stench of cigarette smoke, old lady perfume and the peculiar mixture of hopefulness and despair, which hangs heavy in the stale air.
Props to slot machines at every turn, the airport would do well to place the same, or even a fraction of the same, care in the shopping and restaurant choices.
My least favorite experience upon arrival at this airport is the Disneylandesque length of the taxi queue.