Ah yes.  The smell of cigarette smoke in my clothes and in my hair after 10 minutes of walking through the casino to get to my conference.  I remember it well.\n\nMGM Grand isn't awful, but it isn't all that Grand either.  When I made my reservation, I was recovering from a foot injury.  I asked where the conference I was attending was being held, and specifically asked for a room that would be closest to this area of the hotel.  I could have chosen a room at MGM or at the Signature at MGM, and was advised that an MGM room would be closest to the conference area.  Oops.  Because upon arrival I remember walking a half a mile before running into the Signature, which was much closer to the conference.  My foot did not appreciate this.\n\nThe clubs, food and entertainment in the hotel are not bad, but I did not get a sense of Las Vegas opulence while staying here.  The lions they have look sad. In fact, I was actually depressed by the entire scene, and would try another hotel if I had to return to sin city.