MGM
Very nice looking place, but the hotel lobby is filled with a mist of one of those phony, fruity room scents. I have no idea what idiot thinks those scents are in any way pleasant.
The poker room and the sports book are adjacent. Like pretty much all sports books, they’ve made an executive decision to fill the place with enough smoke to ensure they never have to take a bet from me.
They have the little electronic swipes at the table to log the players in. You earn $1 an hour in food comps. Use them, they told me I had no hours logged even though I know I had some hours from last year that I didn’t ask for a comp for. I guess they just don’t keep track for a year or two in the past.
The blackjack tables are littered with ashtrays, although I didn’t actually see many players smoking. They did have a separate non-smoking pit area, but at noon on Wednesday that pit was dark, empty and unstaffed.
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