Otherwise known as the 10th Circle of Vegas Hell.  I would have given it one star, but it does cater nicely to a certain demographic, and who am I to judge?!  But unless you are of that demographic (alcoholic trailer-park-dwelling assembly-line-worker-on-vacation-from-Rustbucket, USA), you might share my low opinion of this depressing place.  \n\nCarnaval Court tries really hard to be cheerful and fun.  REALLY HARD!  But all the ear-splittingly-loud Bon Jovi covers and manically juggled cheap booze in the world can't mask the oppresively depressing nature of the bar's denizens: blue collar mooks, on perpetual Spring Break from a third-tier community college, desperate to bag whatever beat-up white trash trim they can scare up.  Bachelerotte parties celebrating some unfortunate muffin-topped truck-stop waitress's thrird marriage.  Bowling alley attendants and their factory-worker wives, gaping maws open wide and turned up like baby birds to catch the cheap drizzle of sticky booze being poured down like proletariat manna by the bartenders, who tend to get up on the bar and tease the patrons with \""free shots\"" poured directly from unmarked bottles.  Good times!\n\nActually, this place would be pretty good people watching, if it weren't so ear-splittingly, soul-shatteringly LOUD!  Not only does the live cover band BLARE one played-out  classic rock party anthem after another, but the bartenders (seemingly all 500 of them) constantly blast shrilly into the metal whistles tightly clamped in their grimaces, and repeatedly bang their metal cocktail shakers onto the metal bar... OVER and OVER and OVER, in a grim, desperate attempt at merrymaking.  This place is DETERMINED TO MANUFACTURE FUN OUT OF NOISE, as if sound waves can conquer misery and squalor.  Good luck with, that, guys!!!