Amy S.
Yelp
My most recent trip to Vegas was last month when my boyfriend and I took a quick weekend trip (less than 48 hours) to fly out & celebrate what would have been my little sister's birthday. For the last 9 years I've decided to celebrate here for her, while she celebrates in heaven. However, I'm a creature of habit and so each trip I gravitate toward the comfy, comped rooms at the Flamingo, which eventually leads me to walk to Ellis Island for karaoke and bbq. In between, I always stop by Stage Door; the official Raiders bar of Vegas (even before that was their team.) Plus, the small bar has an intimate atmosphere yet managed to stay fun and social, and they have a convenience store attached with really nice employees.
However, just because I'm a vacation-regular, doesn't mean it's a not-to-be-missed kind of place, or even one I would suggest to friends to stop at (unless they too are walking between actual casinos). Stage Door is about as much of a casino as a gas station with a couple slot machines in the corner is. All that being said, mid-May is still an emotional time for me so we weren't in Vegas with a big group of rowdy friends, or out there partying and celebrating and getting trashed and being wild. Maybe my next visit will include memories we'd rather forget, or maybe it'll be memorable moments that we can't wait to repeat, but no matter what happens next time I visit Vegas, it will not be happening inside SD.
We arrived for this trip late on a Friday & went to bed after check in. Next day we walked the gardens at the hotel, had lunch, then decided to walk to SD. Bouncer carded us at the door, then stopped me.....Um, I wasn't allowed to enter wearing the cropped shirt I had on. Wait, what?!
I had just eaten at Carlos n Charlies without a problem... this dump has a day time dress code? My shirt was low cut but nothing offensive was visible; I would have been mortified if it was!! What I was wearing would have been allowed on PG-rated TV-programming.
We chalked it up to the fact theyre selling shirts next door & make a quick $20 whent they can. Yep, total scam, but wasn't a big enough deal to make it a big deal. Until, that is, after ONE shot & ONE hard seltzer for each of us. I then got up to use the ladies room before we continued our walk, and on the way back to my seat to collect my purse, the bouncer came over and said my cutoff shorts were too short or offensive & management had some "issue" with them. I wasn't going to wait around to hear what they sold shorts next door for....What in the actual KCUF?!! I wasn't standing up, dancing around or shaking my a$$ on the way to the bathroom. I had been sitting on a bar stool; & I wasn't in daisy dukes (I'm 5'9", so a lot of my summer shorts are short on me... but not crazy). We were already leaving at that point, and I was honestly stunned because it was all so ridiculous, but we had many good laughs about the situation with others for the rest of the day.
That night we had dinner at the Italian place SD shares a wall with; kind of a let down, but cheap and I'm glad we tried it after seeing it for so many years. We went back to Ellis Island for karaoke and some bar food (ya, dinner was that disappointing), and then made our final mistake of the evening.
Thinking that now we were dressed pretty nicely & nobody would have a reason to make me buy another awful shirt, we stopped again at SD. Ha!! We couldn't even get in the door... the bouncer said that the management was "all up in his ear" and that my boyfriend was too drunk to come in, based on their view from the cameras.
I should probably never gamble again bc I'd have bet everything I own that this was a joke. We were incredulous that the bouncer was serious and it must have shown on our faces because he was actually somewhat apologetic. So my sober boyfriend & I decided to forego any drink or gambling at that point and we went back to pack for our early flight.
F*** you, SD. I work really hard for my money, yet I still love donating it to casinos all over CA and NV, but your sh*t hole of a run down bar disguising itself as a once-fun establishment is still just a dirty, smoke-filled dive and not only will I not return, I will share how downhill you've gone. I'm sure in the world of Vegas you won't at all miss my money or the visits from the number of people I talk out of giving even a single dollar to you. And that goes both ways: there are a plethora of more fun dive bars to spend my money in, so you won't be missed either.