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| - This was my favorite casino on Freemont Street!
The downstairs is a typical casino, but with low minimum bets, and professional, kind dealers.
I enjoyed the fact that they have girls in skimpy outfits shaking it on little platforms where the pit bosses hang out. They grind and twerk to the music, which gave me lots of inspiration to keep gambling!
The dealers were great. I really enjoyed the helpful guidance of Harry and his trainee, Kevin on their three card poker dealing. They explained the odds, and the bets you can make, and even told stories about the crazy kind of stuff that happens there.
Upstairs is where this casino is different. They have a "Vintage Vegas" area upstairs, with old school slot machines, and a horse racing game that was really cool! The horse racing game had horses on a track that ran around, and you place your bets with quarters, based on the odds displayed on the base of the game. Unfortunately, the machine crapped out, and it ate a quarter of mine, and didn't pay out on the winning horses, like it was supposed to. In the event of a machine malfunction, I guess you don't get your wagers back, which was kind of a bummer, but I guess it was just a quarter. I really enjoyed the old slot machines that didn't have a computer running them, with the rotating drums spinning wildly every time you pump a quarter in. They also had on display some really, really old, beautiful slot machines that looked downright historic. Unfortunately, you can't play on those.
The drinks kept flowing here- in tall highball glasses! They weren't watered down, and were quite welcome. They had a wide variety of casino games, all with low minimums, and a huge selection of entertaining slots to play.
Yes, there were some shady characters who showed up around the 4am mark. A few of them had to be thrown out when they challenged the dealer at the blackjack table. But I guess that just adds to the casino experience. I was approached by a guy wearing latex gloves who claimed to be with security who was most interested in my cigar. However, the real security showed up and threw him out, which was a relief.
The Long Bar was a nice bar, with very reasonably priced drinks. It seems that they missed out on some real good humor by not calling it the "Long D" or something like that. The puns seem to write themselves for that one.
I was unimpressed by the Players' Club area. I stood in line for 15 minutes waiting to get a card, and finally gave up. Oh well.
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