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| - I enjoyed Old Vegas, the Fremont Experience, the entrance that came out right onto Fremont Street, the occasionally $5/hand blackjack tables, the somewhat comfortable beds. That's it.
Spent 4 nights there this week. One older-to-middle aged, female dealer witn short hair was so rude. Snapped at me and others in her thick accent whenever we weren't clear about the rules that apparently Four Queens somehow invented on their own. Not sure what her name was, but when my husband and I would scan the casino to see which tables she was working so we'd know which ones to avoid, we began referring to her as "Old Iron-Box". It fit her perfectly.
The north tour is so loud. It's above Fremont Street so from 9pm til approx 4am at the top of each hour we were blasted awake from a dead sleep to "enjoy" 5-10 minutes of loud music and bass thumping. The registration desk fails to share this with you when you check in. They just must have warped senses of humor, didn't pass their hospitality 101 exam, have bad attitudes, or all of the above.
The entire hotel wreaks of stale cigarette smoke. Every item of clothing I brought quickly absorbed this nauseating smell soon after check-in. We had to switch rooms once because our toilet stopped flushing.
Had to meet the others I was traveling with at the front desk at 330am so we could check out and be ready for the airport shuttle. Long counter...nothing blocking the view (no baskets, flowers, or statues)...& I stood there patiently. However, I still had to walk down to the breakfast slurping female employee and 2 male employees standing there sucking oxygen.
I checked our and she tells me the computers are down so she can't print a receipt. I was concerned, I told her we ordered room service a few times and I want to make sure I'm not getting overcharged. She smirked and rolled her eyes and said, "Uh, no....you're not getting overcharged." I asked for an emailed receipt. "Um we dont have any way to email it to you," I suggested (drum roll please) emailing me by way of the internet??? "Um no. I'll just send it to your home address." I advised her that if the bill was not honest, I'd come back to Vegas and stay at the Golden Nugget to see it's fixed. Her reply: "Ummm...Kay..."
Shady, dirty, potentially underhanded.
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