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Originally Posted by NYCNative
I am trying to picture something that would cause me to leave a casino without playing a hand after driving an hour and having an hour trip home. I can't think of anything.
If I ever did come up with that kind of a deal breaker, I would call the casino in advance with specific questions. Or ask in the thread here (I am pretty sure the room's proximity to smoke has been discussed).
I am also trying to imagine a veteran of Atlantic City complaining that "the clientele was pretty dicey imo, seemed like lot of angry/unhappy people."
I mean, I like going to AC and feel it has a bad rep, but that's still hilarious to me.
Yeah I had read this thread prior to going and knew going in it might be borderline for us, but figured I might try some blackjack or something. All the blackjack was $25 min, which is a bit higher than I want to play, and various other things kinda added up to the get out of dodge decision, no one thing did it really.
FWIW, WRT the drive, I lived in MA for a while before the casinos got approved, and so the closest cardroom to me was Mohegan at almost two hours drive, which is roughly where I'm at relative to AC. The framing I had in my mind going into it was that I was trying this place out for the chance to have a cardroom only ~1 hour away, instead of AC at almost two. Not having it be what I'd want was more of a shrug than anything.
Re: the dicey clientele, we walked in and I had mentioned to my fiance that they might have an ID control -- where we watched a ~60yo white man and his wife try to start an altercation with a group of about 8 ~30yo black people. We then took a big wander clockwise around the place -- checking out the blackjack conditions and restaurant menus, didn't find anything we wanted, but did see a lot more scowling/angry people. Also saw somebody intubated being rolled around -- don't think I've ever seen that before in a casino.
Finally ended up at the poker room. Since it was a Saturday around 1pm, when I discovered I was going to be third on the list and the games all looked solid, we walked outside the room to talk it over...next to two guys smoking. I didn't really feel like waiting to play a mediocre looking 1/2, and I mean at that point I viewed the wait time as an investment I could spend in getting partway back home.
I guess I feel like in AC, you get a wide variety of people, obviously some of the denizens are similar to the Sands crowd, but you have a mix of everybody -- the slot-grinders, the craps tables cheering, the dressed-up club- and restaurant-goers. This place felt like miasma and death. If it had been just me, I might have stuck it out just to discover the exact game conditions in the poker room and resolved to bring an orange next time a la Johnny Chan, but it wasn't just me. Also, it was a really nice day outside that day, so I suggested we buy margarita supplies on the ride home, and we were on our way.