Let's start with the worst back corner location in an obscure crotchety Las Vegas hotel/casino.. Then throw in the worst margarita on the rocks you could imagine (first one had no margarita mix at all, that was sent back and replaced with one that tasted like watered down lemonade. That's when the waitress says, we just got a new triple sec and no one likes it!) I personally think it's Vince Neil's crappy tequila, or the ball sweat he used to brew it.
It's hard to talk bad about the food. It's safe, but it doesn't wow. It simply served the purpose of being edible and filling me up..
All in all, the only thing more depressing than the lack of an atmosphere and the worst margarita in the history of alcohol itself were the looks of self-deprivation on each of the employees faces. I honestly felt bad because you knew that they knew they are working at the worst restaurant in Las Vegas! Save yourself! This place shouldn't be open much longer so hurry up and see for yourself!