1 star for the excellent 1960s Wim Wenders film squalor and the hell-no-we're-not-being ironic ambiance.\n\n1 star for the cans of 1970s deodorant powder.\n\n1 star for the old and yellowed photos of old Vegas on the walls, and for the hokey mother's day cards in the card rack (also vintage, also just there because they still happened to be in stock). \n\nAnd don't get me wrong, I luv non-ironic squalor just as much as the next former punk rock performance artist turned librarian, HOWEVER (imagine very prissy-ass voice here): your disregard for hoity-toity culinary standards IS NO EXCUSE FOR EGGS FRIED IN COTTONSEED OIL. Breakfast was eeeecccchhhh.  Phony o.j., putrid coffee (seriously, I think I drank the juice extracted from Wayne Newton's toupee, mixed withh the bile of a thousand disappointed stand-up comics). \n\nGo for the photo ops and the sweet cashier in the pharmacy section.  Don't stay for the food, whatever those counter-foodie communists from Lonely Planet tell you.  Everyone knows Lenin had miserable taste in food!