It’s not that Harrah’s is the cheesiest property in Vegas, nor caters to the most white trash; it just has tackiness down to an exact corporate formula.  As a result of the laser-like focus that the casino uses to market the cheap, gaudy “Mardi Grasade,” it’s loyal guests hemorrhage their corn-fed, Midwestern quarters into the slots, past the underpaid employees, and into shareholders’ pockets.  Joe and Judy Johnson from Joliet, IL, who are big slots players at the Harrah’s back home, enjoy feeling like celebrities in Vegas as they eat their (exotic) chicken parmesan and drink Beringer red wine from the casino’s Italian restaurant (even better than the Olive Garden!)