DIVE, DIVE, DIVE. The casino is nice, but the hotel, ugly hallways in baby blue and burgandy, beds were you can see where the part of the bed where your torso goes is noticibly lower than where your feet go. Even on the 16th floor you are hammered by all the sound of the bands and people from the Fremont St. Experience. No refridgerator in the rooms. They have the nerve to charge you $3 a day for parking even though people who gamble there get to park for free. Stay downtown at the Plaza, the Californian or the Golden Nugget, but not here.