A reservation snafu at my FIL's timeshare and we were booted out a day early.  A day early for OUR plans at least.  So we were without a room and needed a place to stay one more night.  Luckily my BIL hopped into high gear and got us a totally smoking deal at South Point Casino and Spa.\n\nWe felt like we lucked out because now we didn't have to go out to have dinner.  We could have a more relaxing evening than if we had stayed at the timeshare because the timeshare doesn't have a real restaurant.  That day we hiked and enjoyed the unseasonable weather, then headed back to the hotel for some relaxation, drinks and eventually dinner.  After some in room cocktails we chose to figure out where we would eat when we got down to the main floor.\n\nOn our way down in the elevator we ran into a bellhop and we asked him where we should eat.   All of us were a little inebriated and didn't actually notice his hesitance to give us a suggestion.  And it was telling when his suggestion was....don't eat at the Mexican place.  Our tipsy selves said No Problem!!  And headed to this prime rib place.\n\nDarn.  I wish I had noticed his pause because I can now assume his pause meant his mind racing through the thought.  \"I can't tell them NOT to eat in the hotel because that's not good for my job....but hell I don't like eating here!\"\n\nAnyway the meal was meh...and for being reasonably priced that makes it even more of a disappointment.  I was really hoping to get a better product and be able to rave about the place when I got home.  Instead all I can say is that everything was overcooked by at least 2 levels.  The steak was ordered black and blue and it came out black and brown, the prime rib was brown and dry.  In fact the steak was so bleh that my BIL had to ask for A1.   I know I know, no A1 at a nice steakhouse.  But it needed something.  So when the saucer was brought back and deftly set on the table with something like...\"There is your A1 sir!\", The second important pause of the night happened.  The table just took a second to process what we had heard and my BIL said...\"Well!  Definitely not going to use THAT on my steak.\"\n\nWe were probably all being paranoid and he probably was just trying his best not to sneer at A1 as a condiment.  But it was strange how we all got the same vibe from him.\n\nAs we walked out we knew we would never be back....even if we worked as a Bellhop at South Point.