Rude staff, horrible atmosphere, pompous concierge.
Folks, you work in a casino that was made famous because some kids lived a "fake" reality a few years ago.
That is sad.
When we arrived we had to get the attention of the young bimbo at the reception.
I am so tired of being the one who has to initiate rapport. I am the customer...you are the business rep, your turn to establish rapport...not MINE!
We were placed into a smoking room that would have made an enphesemiac uncomfortable. The room deodorizer that was brought up was nothing more than pungent citrus deoderant.
We were moved to the "53"rd floor (really 33rd) after the pompous and prissy on their period check in girls begrudgingly obliged us.
The doormen outside of Ghostbar were the epitome of L.A. bouncer sleaze that ensured that I will never ever return here.
Great place if you're one of those drunks that doesn't care about service and enjoys being made to feel guilty about taking up an online discount offer to stay at a hotel Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy off the strip. Enjoy the 3 mile ride to Las Vegas Blvd.