We had fun—but mostly because we’re glass-half-full people who find joy in the chaos. The hotel is huge, like "I-lost-my-spouse-somewhere-between-the-lobby-and-the-elevators" huge. It’s definitely showing its age (think: ‘90s glam meets “we tried updating a lamp or two”), but for one night, it did the trick.
The casino energy is real—kind of like Vegas’s more chill Jersey cousin. Tons of restaurants and bars kept us entertained. Our son had a blast racing at the Kart track (solid 5 stars there), and our daughter did some mall browsing. Limited stores, but just enough for an hour of poking around and pretending we needed another hoodie.
Highlight: Dinner at Morimoto. BEST RIBS ON PLANET EARTH.
Lowlight: $65 eggs that tasted like regret. Definitely get breakfast off-site.
We had two connecting rooms. One was fine. The other? A smoky time capsule that may have last aired out in 2003. Bathrooms needed a deep clean, and while we appreciate the effort to modernize, two trendy lamps don’t fix everything.
Would we go back? Maybe—with nose plugs, ribs on our mind, and breakfast plans elsewhere.