I am still waiting for some permissions for the trip report, but I’ve had a few people ask about my problem with Main Street Station so I thought I’d make a separate post. Some background: Long, long ago, on an internet far away, there was a scary world called the usenet where flamewars were plenty. I got into an argument with someone who I am choosing not to name who insisted that MSS was a “total dump”. I wouldn’t call it a 5 star property, but it was far from a dump. What resulted was a geocities site with some pictures from my recent stay at MSS. I added some articles and a FAQ and moved it to its own domain name. From those embers, Travel2Vegas was born. Main Street Station was the first property to offer my $0.25 Video Poker play full RFB. I loved having those free weekends to get away and the garlic fries and VP at the Triple 7 Brew Pub made it that much better. Years ago I had gone to Vegas to have some meetings and tour some properties for the board. Dan had planned to join me for the weekend downtown. I had moved to MSS and somehow managed to throw my back out a couple days before Dan arrived. Because there is no room service at MSS, I was stuck in my room, wondering how a girl could get a sandwich. Luckily, Dan was able to change his flight on Southwest and fly out a day early to keep me from starving. I’ve heard all the complaints about the noise in the rooms. Get a high floor and you can avoid the worst of the train noise. The freeway noise isn’t an issue because I travel with a white noise machine and I have eye shades if I get an east facing room because it’s true that those wooden shutters don’t keep out all the sunlight. I arrived at Main Street Station two weeks into this trip. The goal was that I would take 2 days downtown to play some VP and relax before the long drive home. I never had to leave MSS so no walking. Everything I needed was there. Right? Ahh… maybe not. I checked out of TI and after a quick errand off the Strip, I headed over to Main Street Station. It was only 11am so I wasn’t sure I could check in. The front desk clerk offered me room 1602, which was ready right then. Like I said, I had my white noise machine and eye shades, so I was ready for any room there. I said that would be fine, got my key and headed out to the car. The bellman came with me and loaded up my bags. I had 2 suitcases, one tote, a cooler and a jug of water. He asked if I was heading up and I told him I needed to park the car first. He offered to put the things in my room and I could take my time getting up there. That sounded perfect, so I gave him $5 and said thank you and was off to move the car into the parking garage. I stopped in the casino to play a little VP before heading up. I hit the first of what I hoped would be many 4OAKs and got my scratch ticket. I cashed out, up $75 and headed off to find some lunch as it was approaching 3pm. I walked over to the brew pub and looked at the menu. I wanted to have dinner, so I just wanted something light. I really just wanted a sandwich. I asked the girl who seats you if I could get a club sandwich, but substitute a salad for the fries. She said that she didn’t think they could do that. I asked if I could pay for the sandwich, but not get the fries and she wasn’t sure. While she went off to ask, I was annoyed and decided to wander off to find something else. I headed up and over the walkway to The Cal. I didn’t want anything from Aloha Specialties because I had sandwich on the brain. Lapperts.. nothing there because ice cream is not lunch. Down towards the coffee shop I saw a big crowd of people figuring out what they were doing. UGH.. I kept walking over to the snack bar. I looked at the menu for a long time and nothing really sounded good. I thought I could make do with the ham & cheese croissant so I got in line. At one point there is a sign that says “Order Here” and I stood there for several minutes. Some older ladies were behind me in line and kept prodding me to move forward. I told them I had to order and they just kept pushing me forward. Eventually an employee who was not the cook asked what I wanted and I said the Ham & cheese croissant. The cashier didn’t know what that was, but eventually rung it up and I assumed it was being prepared so I sat down to wait with my number. After about 5 minutes another employee came up to me and asked what I ordered. I told him and he left. A few minutes later a different employee came up and told me they didn’t have that available, but I could pick something else. I looked at the menu but nothing else sounded good. I said, “I just wanted a sandwich”. She suggested the Philly Cheesesteak sandwich and I said “Ok”. The sandwich came after another 5-6 minutes and I took it back to my room at MSS. I ate about a third of it and decided I didn’t want anymore. I took a little break in the room, but nothing was on TV and I couldn’t seem to sleep. I was really restless. I went back down to the casino, taking the leftover sandwich to toss in the first garbage can I saw so I didn’t have to smell it for the next 24 hours. I bounced around between some different VP machines and collected a handful of scratch cards. I was up, but I couldn’t seem to get excited about it. I got a drink and it tasted funny to me. I moved to Boar Bar hoping for better drinks, but even those didn’t taste good to me. I presumed it was a Coke/Pepsi issue and sipped my drink while I played. After about 30 minutes I started to feel really awful so I cashed out, took my TITO and headed upstairs for a nap. I was in the bed for about 15 minutes when it became clear that this was not going to be good. I will spare you the worst of the gory details by saying that I spent the next several hours in various positions in the bathroom, sometimes with the garbage can strapped to my face, other times just lying in a pile of towels on the floor wishing I was dead. Around 2am I was feeling well enough to take the garbage can and move to the bed. I was up and down a few times, but I was able to get a little bit of sleep in between vomiting. I said I was prepared for the road noise with my white noise machine, but it was really bothering me. I’m not sure how many times I woke up because of big truck or motorcycle noise from the road. I would have asked to change rooms if I was at all human, but instead I just turned up the machine and tried to sleep. In the morning I was spent. I knew that I needed some food, but also knew there was no way I could get downstairs. I took stock of the snacks I had in the room and decided tuna fish was OUT. I had some butter crackers, but I wanted toast. Just some lightly buttered toast and an electrolyte drink of some kind. I knew there was no room service, but thought that these were extenuating circumstances and some concession could be made for me. I was wrong. I called the front desk and explained my situation. They said I needed to come down and order my own food. I called the Food & Beverage manager and she told me that they had some union rules that prevented any employee from being able to bring food to my room. I called the Casino manager and he told me the same thing about the rules, but did have housekeeping bring me a bucket of ice. When housekeeping arrived with my ice, I offered to pay the guy to go down to the store in the lobby and buy me some Gatorade or other electrolyte drink. He said he couldn’t because he could lose his job. I was flabbergasted. I took inventory of the friends I still had in town, but pretty much everyone was leaving and one set of friends was on their way to Red Rock. Not exactly convenient to bring me toast. I talked to Dan and nibbled on my crackers and chewed ice. I started to feel human enough to get in the shower. After the shower, I decided I was ready to get out of town. Dan was insisting I just move to a hotel with room service and rest another day or two. When I’m sick, all I want is my bed at home. I decided I could get to Ely and that would put me just 2 days away from home. Okay, maybe this wasn’t a sane decision, but I was ready to go and nobody could talk me out of it. I got the bell desk to pick up my luggage and I loaded up the front seat of the car with Kleenex and plastic bags for drive time emergencies. It wasn’t pretty, but I did make it home in one piece. So that’s what happened. I am not sure I can blame MSS for any of that because I knew about the lack of room service, but now I know that I can’t stay there by myself. It’s just too hard without any kind of backup. I’m sure I’ll be back to gamble when I’m downtown and I’m sure that I’ll spend more time at Boar Bar as it’s a great place for a meet-up, but I won’t be staying in that hotel again unless they change their food policy. That makes me a little bit sad. Like it’s the end of an era.