Under new ownership, this is a basic, solid New York deli, though lacking the mammoth portions of the Stage Deli (though perhaps that's a good thing), but it also doesn't charge the occasionally mammoth prices that the Stage does. It also does not require navigating the Strip and the Caesars Forum Shops (which means it's more convenient for those staying at accommodations east of the Strip). And in many ways, it's more authentic, from its revolving pastry case to the middle-aged waitresses with thick foundation and thick ankles who shout your order back to the kitchen. The clientele are classic Vegas characters, of an age to have been fans of the youthful Paul Anka. If you are lucky, you might sit next to a table full of dealers swapping war stories about their pit bosses.

As mentioned, these are not the monster portions of modern-day chain delis, but you won't go hungry. Don't look for anything vegetarian here; instead, you got your pastrami on rye, your matzo-ball soup, your chopped liver, your tongue, your meatloaf, your lox and bagel, and so on. Desserts are a bit sparse for a deli, but you can't go wrong with the black-and-white cookies. Go ahead -- have a nosh.