Let's be honest folks, you saw this place on your Tell-A-Vision and were hoping to catch a celebrity eating here or you were simply wanting to be able to brag back home that you ate here after you:
(Choose one or more)
A. Lost your ass at the poker table.
B. Won huge grips of money at the craps table.
C. Banged two hookers at the same time.
D. Snorted lines of coke off a stripper's ass at Spearmint Rhino.
E. Robbed a casino.
F. Base jumped off the fake 1/2 sized Eiffel Tower.
G. Insert your own exaggeration here.
I noticed a trend in the ratings. Most out-of-towners give Hash House A No Go high marks whereas Vegas locals (which I was for 11 years) call it out for what it really is. An expensive, over-hyped diner that made it on a few cable travel/food shows which consistently serves up large portions of crap.
Enjoy that big plate of dry, unseasoned, overcooked matter garnished with a big rosemary sprig! I hope you at least managed to get Al Roker's autograph!