Taken here by a lovely local gal as part of my "underbelly of Vegas" tour that she was providing. What the door is locked?...that's ok...you have to ring the doorbell to gain admittance. Once in and the full decor hits you, you realize that this is some sort of authentic experience. Odd groups of celebrity standee's cavorting in the corners. The staff is uber friendly and they pour their drinks pretty strong. Locals are fun and friendly...got sucked into a conversation about the economy that transformed into one about existentialism using a turkey wrap as an example.
Wondering what the criteria is to refuse you entrance after you ring the bell? I feel like I just probably slid by...