Winners Inn Casino

Worst service I’ve ever had, Cristina was the bartender and we had to ask for our own menus to eat, she was complaining about a customer asking for a Jameson Tall, and we couldn’t find a bartender for 15 minutes when we finally found a bartender she didn’t even know how to make any drinks. Their food was over priced and not many options on the menu. I can say I won’t be going there again with my family.

Positive: "" Negative: Casino card tables closed before 1030 on a Saturday! That was the only reason we paid the extra $, the room was not worth the $--- small, double beds!

Do not play here unless you want to be ripped off and lied to just like the other review that was posted on yelp||||I play allot of craps and played $300 on the don’t pass at this casino on Thursday August the 28th.||||A point number was established and several rolls thereafter. Then the fifteen was rolled after the point and the dealer took my bet, which he should not have done. The only way I would have lost is if the point number 8 would have come up again. If a seven was rolled, I would have won and I would have had an option to pull my bet down before any other roll. Instead, a 15 came 3 rolls and the Dealer took my bet of which I called him out on it and another players money was taken as well. ||||The pit boss backed him up the dealer without even looking at the camera and gave me a

I dropped in here hoping for a bit of high-end Nevada charm, but the whole place has pure Wish.com energy. The carpet has that specific, 'heavy air' scent—a mix of stale cigarettes and the frantic, wide-eyed energy of a Kid Rock concert at 3:00 AM. I spent most of my time in the parking lot watching the 'scenery'—mostly beat-up white 2002 Dodge Rams with wooden flatbeds leaking more oil than the Sinclair has in stock. It’s a visual feast of local tweak-stars who peaked in 1991 trying to hit a jackpot that I assume pays out in locally sourced copper wire. 5 Stars for the cold beer, but 0 Stars for the lack of 'vulture-proof' seating. If you enjoy an atmosphere that feels like a slow-motion liquidation sale for people who think 'pioneer living' just means squatting in a connex box this is

Booked a room for Monday Sep 1. We showed up and were directed to the location across the street. Immediately going up the stairs I got a bad feeling - I felt like I was in a horror movie. Entering the room the feeling worsened to the point that I was immediately convinced we were either about to leave with bedbugs (best case scenario) or as murder victims (most likely scenario). There was one light besides the single bedside lamp in our double bed room: a terrifying bright florescent. The air conditioner sounded haunted. There were no toiletries. THERE WERE NO TOWELS!!! That was the final straw. We didn't even want to call and have them brought up. We grabbed our stuff and ran. Yes, even though we were fresh from burning man (two respectful early 40's women) and desperately seeking a show