I am waaaay too old for O'Sheas.\nWe wound up here on Saturday night. Started out at Nine Fine Irishmen, in New York New York, and of course my husband befriended a group of youngsters from Wisconsin. Having already consumed two Seven and Sevens and 2 or 3 Magners on an empty stomach, I was not in a position to give an opinion. I gamely followed the group to the other end of the Strip. \nDirty? Yeah, but I like dive bars. Problem is, this has more of a frat boy feel to it. My old man happens to be a beer pong champ, so he was in heaven. I don't gamble (I know, lame), so I spent the next 5 hours drinking while he ruled the bp table. \nMost of the night was a blur. Found out later that I had texted him about someone grabbing my crotch. I have no recollection of that- perhaps it was the leprechaun that I read about in other reviews? I do recall telling  a hippie how lame high-fiving is, and sexually harassing a young Irish lad who made the mistake of flirting with me. \nWas dragged back to our hotel room at 2:30, where I draped myself over the white house and refunded all of my drinks. An appropriate ending for a skanky evening.\nWhy 2 stars instead of 1? I can appreciate the low prices and the novelty of beer pong in a casino.