Bad service ran us right out the door in a few quick minutes. It was Sunday evening at the (Coco Loco)? bar right inside the front door. Yes, I am pointing fingers at the late-forty-something barman who was so off-putting that we had to halt our Sunday Funday 'Fiesta' and find another place to game.
He had the complete power to either a: be nice, have fun, and make some $$ off of the 4 of us or b: be one of those shitty bartenders who is likely burnt out, hates his life, and is happy to make minimal tips. We all know which one he chose.
We never got to know whether or not we liked the actual casino. He soured us to the point that we simply carried on elsewhere.