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| - It never ceases to amaze me how people will continually sit down at a Hold 'Em table to go up against me. These people complain about others wearing sunglasses....I wear a full on helmet! They sit there trying to read body language; the only body language I have is the hand gesture before I choke you out. They want to calculate probability of having certain hole cards....I control The Force, bitch! I'm not exactly the Amazing Allakhazam or anything, but it gives me quite the unfair advantage.
Whatever; a Sith's gotta eat, right? Out of the various poker rooms in Vegas that don't involve sitting with a Russian billionaire's playboy son, I'd have to say the Venetian's is my favourite. The hostesses are always quick with the drink orders, the dealers are witty without being too over the top, the tables are well maintained, and anytime someone runs up to me asking for an autograph, the pit boss sees to it that Fat Bobby and Tony Two-Toes take care of him long before I have to look up from playing Jedi mind tricks on my opponents in order to get them to give me all their chips. It also has the added benefit of being conveniently located to my room on most visits, as the Palazzo tower is my hotel of choice.
The only real downside to this place is you can't always find a game here in the mid-range limit field (say, 25/50 or 50/100), unlike some of the more common Strip casinos. For that, I'll dock it a point. Otherwise? Great venue, and I'd highly recommend....you just save me the trouble and give me all your money now.
4 Deathstars.
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