There are seedy casino’s where the gamblers evoke pity, and some goofy casino’s (Holland-America in Amsterdam for example) where you pay to play but seldom has any huge corporation managed to suck the pleasure out of loosing hard earned money quite as well as Harrah’s. There’s no food to speak of (at least not late at night) the drinks come around so infrequently as to be non-existent, and there is a variant of craps in which, inexplicably 11 doesn’t pay on the pass line.
I’ll not bore you with how badly they screwed up the reservations.
Avoid at all costs.
It’s time to eat some BBQ!
my controversial book about a day in my life as Public Defender in the South Bronx is finally available for Kindle and Ipad.
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