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| - Yee to the freaking haw.
I was born and raised in Texas, so when I feel homesick, I go to Texas Station. Seeing the cast impressions of jalapenos on those support columns always hit the spot to make me feel better.
Okay, so it's not that bad, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little charmed and amused by the theme.
I like "locals" casinos. They don't try to be anything big and flashy, they just try to be. And they carry the "Texas" thing enough without overkill. I don't see a lot of cowpokes with handlebar moustaches that you could swing from like a child's gymnasium, nor do I see belt buckles so large that you could eat a meal off of (If you're wondering, "Tall Tales" are part of any good Texan's verbal repertoire, so I'm just keeping to theme. It's vital to this review, you see).
I've yet to try the restaurants here, though they do look good enough to be put on my personal "To Do" list. I doubt that I'll ever book a room here, but I do like their movie theater. It's actually really nice, and the staff there is top notch. Seriously, I'm always impressed with the service there.
The casino itself can get a little smoky at times, and some of the kids that hang around there are kind of sketchy, but I'm not filled with a sense of dread when I walk around. I find this key to a good casino experience.
There may be no basement in the Alamo, but in this instance, I'm glad that there is some "Texas" in this particular Station. Sure, nobody adds a drawl to conversation, breaks into impromptu hoedowns, or claps in unison after the first two lines of "Deep in the Heart of Texas", but it definitely fits the bill for my synthetic down home experience.
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