Yesterday, as the clock struck 12, the sun finally set on the last weather-beaten vestige of kitsch on the Las Vegas Strip: O’Sheas. Its date with the wrecking ball has been set—to make way for another well-scrubbed, LED-lit entertainment complex. Ironically, O’Sheas opened the same year as the Mirage—patient zero for the new wave of mega-casino-luxury-suite complexes we now know—but O’Sheas still had that old-school vibe: Edison bulb signage, a hokey theme, low-stakes blackjack tables. It was left in the dust before collecting its first ante—nostalgia for an age yet to come.
It’s got us feeling sentimental for a simpler time, when a wide-eyed young gentleman could wander down the Strip and stumble into a smaller, less daunting casino—one with all the familiar symptoms of his local dive—to cut his teeth at the cheap tables. That’s what old Las Vegas was like. Now everything looks the same.