Yeah, I can confirm what these two said. My two best friends were theatre guys at UNLV and this was our drinking base of operations. One night we stole ketchup bottles and began throwing them around outside. We had reached epic levels of drunk that night, do in part to the charm of the Stake Out.
When I wrote my book "Why Won't She Call Me Back?" (available at fine online retailers) I based the main bar on the Stake Out. Good times.