Sounds like the problem is trying to be on the Strip, which I think is doing it all wrong. Too many food options, much too much entertainment. My humble opinion is nothing uplift's a man's zest for life like a stint in a just-where-the-hell-am-I casino located conveniently next to miles of sand in every direction.
Once as a young man I drove to Vegas from California and passed by this sad casino on I-15 on the edge of town, all by itself, and wondered what lost souls stopped there rather than driving a few more minutes to the Strip. Well, some years later, when I found myself at a mandatory government conference, in Vegas, hosted by the lowest bidder, I finally knew the answer...