It shrouded in sadness save for an occasional gritty charm peaking out from under the blanket which unfortunately fails to project any cheer upon its guests or local residents. Close enough to the strip to shout 'Here's what you could have had, you tight fisted old coot' the SS may indeed have had its day and be ready for change. The room was clean enough and acceptable and the café was fine and good value but; each night as I returned to the hotel, avoided the glass and homeless people before getting inside to make my way through the Casino floor splattered with people in what appeared to be their pyjamas sitting blank faced in front of machines pressing buttons like automaton's stuffing in their last screwed up dollar my inner monologue was 'get to my room and lock the door.' Thoughts of getting out early to avoid the same sadness were thwarted as the same, but different, people were still there at 730am. If, like me, you're interested in the authenticity of decay I'd highly recommend it but for a few dollars different and a 'nice' experience a cheap motel might be a better option.