Listen, you guys can hate on Harrahs all you want.
I mean, yes, you have to avoid the morning Rascal races when the old folks are trying to fight for early position at the buffet or the slots.
And sure, your odds of finding someone passed out in the hallway are higher than one would normally prefer.
And yeah, there is a non-zero chance you could get stabbed in an elevator. Which is only slightly lower than the chance that you will catch a communicable disease from the air they refilter through the casino.
But still...it's like home to me.