Aw gee. The massive sign promised a cheap steak and some gambling fun. Sadly there's not a sufficient air system to provide relief from the cigarette smoke, from the moment you walk in the door until you escape into the restaurant. The beverage list is very limited. Hubby likes a good beer, which minimum requires a Sam Adams. In this case nothing more substantial than Corona was available. The steaks are NOT cheap and the prime rib has nothing more than bulk to recommend it. A big flavorless slab of meat doesn't make me happy to part with a C note for the two of us. Do yourself a favor and get a steak from a butcher shop. You can't do worse than this.
My message for the semi-friendly (with a lot of work) wait staff is that you're lucky I'm a generous tipper. You didn't really deserve it but then you don't deserve being screwed over by the IRS either. Be nicer to your future customers.