I think this casino is a lot more Atlantic City than Vegas... Lots of old, sad, food stained Hawaiian shirts stretched painfully across swollen What-a-burger filled stomachs sprinkled with the ash of many a cigarette. Get the picture?
I think I'll just wear my ID on my forehead from now on when I come here. It was checked no less than three times and I totally get it, but jeez can't you just give me a wrist band or something?
I've been here twice now and have luckily managed to pretty much break even each time. Girls, you won't get hit on as much as you may (or may not) like. Most of these dudes are staring so intently at the colorful lights that they won't even notice your existence.
There is actually a super chill martini lounge in the back corner behind the high stakes room. They have top shelf liquor, live music and an outdoor patio area that surprised me with how nice and comfortable and quiet it was. If I go back, that's most likely where I'll end up.
Happy losing!