text: star for the excellent s Wim Wenders film squalor and the hellnowe arenotbeing ironic ambiancenn star for the cans of s deodorant powdernn star for the old and yellowed photos of old Vegas on the walls and for the hokey mothers day cards in the card rack also vintage also just there because they still happened to be in stock nnAnd do not get me wrong I love nonironic squalor just as much as the next former punk rock performance artist turned librarian HOWEVER imagine very prissyass voice here your disregard for hoitytoity culinary standards IS NO EXCUSE FOR EGGS FRIED IN COTTONSEED OIL Breakfast was eeeecccchhhh Phony oj putrid coffee seriously I think I drank the juice extracted from Wayne Newtons toupee mixed withh the bile of a thousand disappointed standup comics nnGo for the photo ops and the sweet cashier in the pharmacy section Do not stay for the food whatever those counterfoodie communists from Lonely Planet tell you Everyone knows Lenin had miserable taste in food