I'm not a parrothead by any means, but Margaritaville wasn't all that bad. It smelled no worse than Caesar's Palace or anywhere else on the outside of Vegas (I kept smelling raw sewage everywhere....ewwwww) and I could smell inside Margaritaville was food. It was a great place to go with my coworkers because a) you didn't need to dress up post-tradeshow, b) we got funky balloon hats to help lighten somber moods, and c) it was quick, the food was pretty damn decent, and there was alcohol involved. While I prefer my neighbourhood 'rita the best (Maiz, Chicago), Margaritaville does a decent job.