. . . "9"^^ . "1"^^ . "5"^^ . "2013-03-20T00:00:00"^^ . "What a joke. We went to the Casino for a group birthday party and then decided to go up and have some drinks and dance at the 'club'. We get to the door and they are charging a cover and have a strict dress code with security at the door, so we are thinking it must be worthwhile. Guys - $10, girls free - whatever, I am from Vegas and used to it. I pay the smug cashier for myself and my boy with a $20. I pass through first to proceed to Security for \"dress code\" (in a minute), while the all-star cashier charges boyfriend $10 - again. Nice. I didn't know until later or else there'd be no more to tell of our experience at this hole. \n\nI am told I am not in proper dress code. Not planning on a fancy adventure at the Casino, I am wearing jeans, leather shoes, a white tee with a black hoodie. I am told I have to tuck my hood into the back, it isn't appropriate. But a hump on my shoulders from the fabric is? Whatever, it isn't like my hoodie makes me look like a hoodlum, but I play along while [Security] is getting a moment to [a] job. We go up the elevator, all hump-backed out and in need of drinks. Get up to the top and see what looks like a Conference lobby space that has been set up for a cocktail party in a Red Lion Inn. What a joke. \n\nThe bar is small, has 2 bartenders for a mass amount of people pushing their way up to the front through what is a confusing line/dance floor. Yeah - where people dance is basically the same place where people line up for drinks. You can see the DJ booth in the photo I uploaded. I am surprised they didn't have a bubble machine. \n\nGuys walking around with hooded sweatshirts, untucked. A weird mix of people, but whatever. It was crowded so obviously some people like it - rock on. I am just not one much for pretentious-acting, trying-to-be casino nightclubs that have shit to show for what they front downstairs. That elevator ride should have kissed me before it...."^^ . "0"^^ .