Uninterested staff, smoke-scented rooms, broken air-conditioners, and crummy perks worth $4.25 are just a few of the high points of this hotel. The only positive thing that I can say is that the geriatric security guard will keep you safe from the "colorful" locals with sad songs.
I have never been to a cigarette smoke-scented hotel. Everything smells like a cigarette. The bed linens, the carpet, the walls, the towels, hell...even the soap. My clothes are on hangers, as I type this, airing out.
The staff doesn't believe in the Golden Rule. "Why treat others nicely, they won't tip anyway!" I believe that is the motto of choice. The front desk man had to be aggressively called to get attention. The guy taking the food orders was something that I thought B-movies used as a comic-relief tactic. "What do you want?", "Come get your order!", "That comes with water...come over here and get it!", are a few of my favorite quotes. He really was working hard for that tip.
I will say this, the lady doing housekeeping was a saint. She smiled and was always courteous and attentive. She got a tip!

The one redeeming quality about this place is that it's close enough to the strip that you can drive down industrial and get in on all of the action with no inconvenience and avoid all of the crowd. It's close enough to have fun but far enough away to avoid the painful movement of humans in sheep formation. I swear that they should have Bouviers herding the masses on Las Vegas Blvd. to keep it flowing.