Home of the 40-year old “not sure if he’s Italian or Middle Eastern” dark complexion guy with greased back hair, tight black t-shirt, pinky ring, hip-fastened Blackberry Pearl, enormous, gaudy watch, and an accent.  Plus, the giant nature of this casino caters to the average American twenty-something (who thrived in the anonymity of Arizona State) who, in between Jaeger bombs, walk around like Banana Republic, Gap, Old Navy advertisements.